Wearing the outside

in these days, my Grandfather

would have raised

an eyebrow at the lack of formality

even behind the closed

green and yellow door,

brill creamed silver hair, combed

in, neatly presented,

even out of uniform,

he stood tall.

These days

in, are fraught

behind the closed doors

we have shut

tight, stopping short of hammering

wood across the entrance,

confining ourselves

to the odd peek