SDC (64 yrs. old / Missouri)

The Small Ankle

He looked again toward the sky
It was blackened by a greenish glow-
stifiled memories.
Legs raised in tribulation of the
Sabbath.
Distant whistling from the grass-land-
while curtains blew,
Chipped porcelein sink still stained.
His glazed eyes traced along this void....
wondering...if.. a small ankle would appear
at the opened door......
saying yes.

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oh that ending is gorgeous. you are a wonderful writer, i loved every word. I shall be seeking out more.. ~kelly