The gutter blares cheerily
after the rain.
The man known for his
fishing in the rapids
lifts an accidental spear
fell from a tree.
Because I see nowhere
as far as I look
I watch the man’s collapsing
muscle jab black water,
the nothing that he pierce,
corpses of the saplings
and limbs of the evergreens
whirl away. I watch until
rain arrives again.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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