Once he was a fence, with a prominent Keep Out sign,
and I was the hole the boys peeked through.
Once he was a street with a clear destination
and I was the corner that forced him to turn left.
Once he was a door, unlatched on a windy night.
and I was the rusty hinge that drove everyone crazy.
If he were a package stamped Occupant Unknown,
I'd bribe the mailman to make me his return address.