a hot Louisiana summer day <br />finds my mother and grandmother <br />whipping up paint fumes with their brushes <br />as they slather the front doors in liquid chroma <br />the house's mouth is gaped wide <br />inhaling all the scents of the sub-tropical breeze <br />and they inhale it too <br />about as much as they inhale the joy <br />of each others company <br />with chit-chat and laughter <br />the day passes swiftly <br />the tedious work is made light <br />and the house's entrance gilded in warmth<br /><br />Nika McGuin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gilded-doors/
