Dorothy Schultz
Coming Home
Went back home today
but couldn't make it
to the front door.
The stairs were too steep
and the door looked
so yellow.
I ended up slitting an opening
in the screen window.
Climbing in
headfirst
because it seemed
the only way
to lay myself down
beside my childhood.
Bio
I like to write short poems that function like shoelaces or a last gulp of particularly good coffee.