Your childhood home has new owners,
but the front door is still the same.
I wonder if they like the way the lock sounds
as it clicks into place like you did.
Or if they've become curious about why the left bottom panel's paint is peeled in such a peculiar place.
Maybe they'll replace it this summer
when the weather is nicer.
Or maybe I should compliment
their door so they don't.
AO Poetry 