decision

the lock-
rusted,
corroded.
thought that you could,
but i know otherwise.
not this time or ever
fooled you well
i can make it screech-
i once let it move
but no more
better things in store
for those who are worthy
none that i found
doubt i ever will
a thief came-
had had me to let it move
ahh, comfort in routine
two revolutions and still doing fine...


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**published in Windows Within, Mount Vernon Nazarene College's literary magazine, 2000 ed.