HE WAS HOME

the language of keys

in the lock,

 

an abrupt shutting

signaling the adult force

 

he opens a cabinet,

the refrigerator

mumbles a few words

 

shuts the cellar door

then moves with

a slow steady gait,

heavy and sure

 

hands sliding over the

walls by habit

 

his shadow on the

hallway floor

appears before the

person

 


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