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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