It looks like a boarded up window.
The way the light
crashes against it,
raising up mushroom clouds of dust,
or how the sound peers
through the cracks,
through the corners,
inspecting the territory.
Fresh air has never seen its insides.
Footsteps have never trilled
through its floors.
Everything is lost in its interiors.
A drawer full of items
too pale to distinguish.
Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. She also takes care of a veritable army of pets, including her six, very spoiled, snakes. You can find her at http://carabosseslibrary.blogspot.com.
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