Grieving Is A Flat Note

In slow motion, down sky, 
an aircraft glides by. Today 
I am a flat-earther, desire to retain 
the moisture of grief on my palm till 
evaporation do us part; 
my craft hits the horizon’s end. And rain

covers the facet. Vagueness of some memory
clears the one-year boundary. 
An unhinged man juggles a tune. 
We are one now. Sanity is insane 
as the air inbetween stirs when 
two strangers pass. 





Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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