Doors Bang on Winter Nights

Doors bang

On winter nights.

Something clangs.

The brightest light

Must fade and die.

And tonight I

Hear the wild wind’s

Great impersonal roar.

And when the doors

Bang and slam

I know I am

Just windblown dust.

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