a short poem

It has never looked like the right key. Hanging 
beside the others. I try it often and slowly
listen to the tumblers say yep yep yep 
yep. 
Shake my head. Sometimes
I quarter turn it 
just to be sure.
I can’t open it. 
That would be devastating.

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