#053

wheels screeched outside-

winter caught fire
suddenly ripe
scarlet

and barefeet over the marble
……………………………………running
breath ….on ………..hold
beige lace giving away

heat of longing

behind our locked door
early morning
this last week of December-

to watch you smile back home

©Mohana Das

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