The Exit Door

The exit door stands, dressed in
the pure beauty of a faded cloth banner,
that welcomes people old & young, who
prance through the exit door into a
white stone garden lined with a wooden
fence, kept company by a rounded gate. Pebbles
& violets fill it in. The violets just blooming,
dew drips from the silky, lavender petals,
rose bushes in every corner,blowing in
the wind, tropical weather in the
garden, a glassy stream like a moat
surrounding it never wants to go
back to where it started.