The Blue Dome

Wrapped in the mirror weather
down under
you wear your winter smile that
people sports in their travel-photos.

A sea kite sews a few dry clouds
before it disappears beneath
the shroud it patches out.

I lift my head and search my summer sky.
A lone kite circles the possibility of rain.
Here the world’s boundaries thin.
The rootless mind disregards gravity’s chain.




Kushal Poddar
Photo Nick Victor




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