It was a big door
on our house
Wide and tall
facing the Woods Hole harbor.
People riding the ferries saw it.
The door stood wide
and white.
I was proud of that door standing there surrounded by small house.
It gave me a
sense of belonging
to the community.
It stated
we are here
living here.
I stand like a statue
a sentinel
a light house.
"Hello and goodbye," it said
every season of the year.
A beautiful smile
on an ugly face.