A woman closes a door.by the Bard of Bat Yam , Poet Laureate Of Zion , Stephen Darori

A woman closes a door.
You can’t see 
what’s behind it, maybe
a room or an ocean 
of chaos, pages, leaves
torn from books thrown. 
A woman

closes
a door and opens
a window. The Sun shines,
leaves have collided green
whispers the afternoon 
has passed 
a woman 

closes a book, distant 
traffic nearly 
tells the time she hears 
and looks down to the ticking 
leaves the room, 
a woman closes a door.