a door groaned shut
and a lizard, startled
stopped in its tracks
the last anxious voice
faded away
at a distance
and the house
sighed returned
to its slumber
where it dreamt
of a past
when shadows
were longer
and kinder
and spoke
in hushed whispers
sometimes chiding
but gently
the lone child
playing
hide and seek
with the afternoon sun
…
Mini S. Menon: Writer and language teacher. Avid people-watcher. Loves words, flowers, sunsets and shadows. Restless in Dubai.
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