I imagine that my upper body
remains visible. The mist has
wrapped the rest.
Between the mist and the mist
one black bird scuds toward
my half devoured sandwich.
Soggy salad adds white to the scene.
One leaf passes through the vision field.
One has a glimpse of that epistle of fog.
In a jiffy I try to read and fail.
The words and signs read too archaic
like my father’s dead advices.
I remember him, dial his number,
and our childhood pet picks up
the call. We remain. We dissolve.
Mist in mist, mist between mist.
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Kushal Poddar
Words & Picture
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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