From the pink flesh
to the light’s gracious sadness
he evolves.
All memory, all papers
those cracked at the creases
and yet not quite dust,
tell about the news
no longer scalds him.
Light, this night, blurs the line
between the opaque,
transparent and translucent,
between the smoke from
the distant chimney, mirror
he has seen his flesh and skin in,
and the water filled with
the cacophony of flickering sky.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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