Sore Spot Poem by Cristina M. Moldoveanu

you thought they would open if you knock
tapped gently with your down eyelashes
small bud of a girl without home
but churches don't have eaves to shelter you from rain
and big houses have their big dogs running free

they told you love is the wisdom of the fools
so you planted red tulips in a clay pot
took them too early in the garden
when anyhow it snows out of the blue
over bare tree limbs
over the first cherry buds

with your big child eyes
you look as if you never saw
a sealed key hole

after all you'll be a sore spot all your life