The Presence of an M

Light had a way of finding him.

The tree shadows from the glow of

The lamp on the other side of the street,

The oversleeping sun laying rectangular

Bloated lines on his back.

Eyes reflecting the image of a girl

Gently tucked in beneath

A room full of sleep.

 

The red shirt formed patterns of

Comfort on the floor beside the bed.

Three petals of bougainvillea

Twelve hours hence, noticed

The change of humming

Daily routine. Tic-tac-toe

Of fingerprints.

 

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