Sleep repossesses the caves
and cervices. Two months of winter
hangs some decorations on the trees.
Seeing them together surprises me,
albeit I comprehend how eager they
must have been to celebrate sleep.
In the forest of slumber my shadow
guards my walking body. Miles I toddle
before meeting my recently
departed friend, his face already
obscure as if a tired and unsatisfied
artist has thrown away his pencil
and kept the eraser.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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