He grasps the handle-
all the lunacy of kindness
as worry-blurred students
splash in and out
with maybe "thanks."

His foot jerks back behind him-
all the sting of awkwardness
to empty an exit
he's already passed,
the hinges swinging.

She smiles
as he says "sorry."
and decides
that he has caught profundity
in his dash to stop the shining lock
from clicking on her face-

He must know something special
about doors.