“Missing Keyholes”

prompt: "a world without something"




Some doors forever locked,
Some forever open.

Keys pile up in
Dejected mountains
Inadequate, bleak.
There’s nothing for the
Nosy to listen at now and the
Landfills won’t take any more,

So the people hang them from
Windchimes or toss them in the
Ocean, the water rising
Key by key until
Only the mountains remain,
Serenaded by the clinking of
Keys in the wind.