My Keys 🔑
By Tim Rui C
Published 24 September 2019
In the arching doorway
The dimness of the hall
I move off
Down the street
My shoes rhythmically beat
Walking, walking
Away, away
To start my morning
Back again
From my lengthy walk
Then I stop
Then I freeze
I had forgotten
My keys
Stuck outside
A guardian
A nuisance
My keys