by Naomi Shihab Nye
I don't know why I would tell
an outright lie
to someone I never saw before
but when she asked
Did you close this door?
in an accusing tone
I said No, the wind closed it
She gave me an odd look
pushed the door wide open
and left it that way
I felt strange the rest of the day
walking around
with a stone on my tongue
from Honeybee: Poems and Short Prose by Naomi Shihab Nye, 2008, Greenwillow Books
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