Vintage Door
Vintage Door
We saw it angling
from a dumpster,
solid, richly paneled,
still wearing its
brass hardware,
incongruous
amid the garbage –
as if a twist of the
knob would reveal
a room finely furnished
and trimmed in gumwood.
It took both of us
to pry it out and
bring it home. Charlie
hung it where we'd
needed a door,
marveling at its fit.
I rubbed the dark wood
with an oiled cloth
imagining it just crafted
and this the finishing
polish to highlight
grains of the tree.
– Sue Wunder
