Larry the Locksmith to His Impressionable Brothers

Your front door's got those locks
and chains.

You say intruders cruise these parts
fearless to be shown
shameless to be named and known

busting into what they wish
taking anything they crave

because they know your neighborhood

the empty threats of warning signs
defending lawns

"No Trespassing"

half-hearted barking in the yards
how fences fall

the house of cards:

what they'd expect
and what they find.

So all your talk of "open minds"
it's fine and dandy
to a point

but let me make my counterpoint:

you'd want a door that locks there, too
some boundary between you two

the strangers
and the things you know

so no one thinks they'll come and go
to steal something you believe
or crush a thought to make you grieve.

Now, no one's saying bolts and chains.
It's metaphor.
I'm talking brains.

entertain new thoughts and those
you trust enough
before you close

yet guard your golden keys.

Remember, please, the likes of me
who know most locks
to set walls loose.

But they're your heads.
You've got to choose.

Larry the Locksmith to His Impressionable Brothers © Copyright 2021, Robert J. Tiess.

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181 words.  Lawrence Ferlinghetti inspiration - Prompt One (too open-minded, "brains fall out") challenge - link:
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Submitted: November 21, 2020