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.