Key and door are symbols
Inscriptions upon them signals
This poem a legend
On a map of winding rivers
Bisecting earth in twain
And between the trees alongside
Draws down spirited gales
Kissing the e’er moving surface
Beneath which in which flows
The secret song of the current.
So key in hand and door
Attuned to the rippling rhythm
He went through the threshold
And wishes both past and future
Envelope each other
In welcoming valediciton.