Another Chapter Travels

Coil fingers into
A wave, the fronds like those of
A fern revolving life-likely into
Death, brown and
As if
A fist to knock, thumping, tap, trap the cracked wood of a door,
The sores, they will answer & open,
Expand, traverse pores. Yes, Steven,
We are
at your door. Where are you? It’s usually unlocked.