The doorframe catches my eye,
my attention being drawn, more particularly, to
the corners, up there,
white and self-confident in spite
of their irrelevance.
If, as they say,
to be anything (or anybody) is
to be bounded, hemmed in, defined,
and separated by a circumambient frame of vacuity,
these corners half-claim
they are.
Somehow.
Well, at least, this is their purpose.
You realize I clean forgot to mention
what has happened to the door.
