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Our Hose
WRITTEN BY AYESHA ASAD
The rusted hose
drips a melody,
tap-tap-tap onto our patio.
It groans, withering,
devoid of playmates who
indent its spigot with paled fingernails,
with lusty shrieks permeating
its air. How it yearns
for our careless fingertips,
to spray and stoop,
a secretive language known
only through shadowed promises.
Yet for all its mourning,
it remains – like a luminary,
or the North Star, indelible against its
hazy shroud,
a chain-link, prosaic yet ethereal,
an amber stone preserving
its own alluring childhood –
the one I shared.
Ayesha Asad is a writer and college freshman with an eclectic variety of interests that include painting, reading, and singing. She lives in Texas, writes for her college newspaper, and hosts a radio news show. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, TeenInk, and Skipping Stones magazine.
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