Little difference exists
between an angel and a long bird,
blurred at this hour, flying
through the morning diaphragm
that separates the thin light and
below, wrinkled dark and above.
My mother begins praying
for no one and nothing before
the nihility and the hills and the dale
slowly emerging. Little difference.
We accept the first born of the chickens.
Their loitering in the yard busies the day.
The bus disappearing on the way
to the sea takes me. I bid my mother
goodbye but she hardly notices anything.
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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor
Picture Nick Victor
Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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