There is an outline,
An old sill, defined
Inside --which I
Ignore-- sealed under
Paint and plaster.
Some imagine old
Disaster deep behind
A disused door.
I don't bother
Any more, not at all.
Let children guess
What grand
Distress went on
Inside the wall.
Back porches change
Year to year,
Rearrange, crowd
And clear.
Doors shift by
necessity but children
Need a mystery.
