Bandits

The boys burst through the front door

Slamming it shut, ripping the screen

Splintering the frame

Its one of those small painful things

You never think of scolding them

Until the hinges break and you are left

Opened up

Looking at a door lying on the floor

So out of place, wilted metal and bruised wood

No life left in it any more

And you can’t think of why

You didn’t just say ‘be gentle’

‘go slowly’ ‘what’s your hurry’

it just seemed natural for the boys

to bust in like bandits and not think

about the consequences on the house

they live in

they never think about double swinging hinges

until they don’t feel a slight resistance

then the look down and ask if they

should help fix it

~Me