A sweeper works in the forest.
He cleans the floor in every
five minutes, repeats his strokes
that brush the fallen leaves,
twigs, rotten fruits, fur, fleece
from one place to another.
Tired, he sits in the shadow
of an umbrella tree, eats
the bits of his foraged treasure,
tries to remember how and why
of his job, recall that he has
always been sweeping in
the forest. His woman is him.
He works for him. He dreams
himself to this birth. Before he
begins the chore again he welcomes
a brief spell of sleep. It sweeps
away the constant birds
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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