The Doorer

THE DOORER

Everyone knew when she had arrived;
she was a doorer.
Opening the door of her car
into trees,
other cars,
people’s knees
toppling bikers off their seats
dismounting toddlers from their trikes
she took no notice of people
she’d lay flat on the street,
toppled and tumbled
reduced to a heap.
Everyone knew when she had arrived;
she was a doorer.
.
.
.

Written for  Poet Asides Day 1: “Arrived”  NaPoWriMo Challenge

Advertisements

6 thoughts on “The Doorer

Your comments and feedback are welcome!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s