I find the same household snail our daughter
rescued from a wall of our ground floor
toilet on that one step the stairs
leap from and disappear in the garden
my father sprouted, I have added some
impastos of thick wilderness to, and
you used as a pasture for your unfed dreams.
The jelly of the creature, lost amidst
the spalls and specks of its former shell and shape
reminds me why tears swell. I gather the shards
of another puzzle not for me to solve.
Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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