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The Doorway

  1. Frozen in the doorway separating dark and light
  2. There before my wondering eyes a most intriguing sight
  3. Centaur in mid gallop, on its back was found a clock
  4. It’d stopped its steady ticking and had silenced every tock
  5. Stuck at stroke of midnight—or maybe it was noon.
  6. Never really certain whether it was sun or moon
  7. Lighting up the hallway where this human–horse had flown.
  8. Should I keep familiar or push off into unknown?

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By Kim Siever

I live in Lethbridge with my spouse and 4 of our 6 children. I’m a writer, focusing on political news, social issues, and the occasional poem. My politics are radically left. I am a political economy student at the University of Athabasca, working on my second undergrad degree.

I’m also dichotomally Mormon. And I’m a functional vegetarian: I have a blog post about that somewhere around here. My pronouns are he/him, and I’m queer.

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