The trailer quivers.
Her left leg dislodges
a half empty can of beer.
We hear the owl once,
then those crickets again.
It is zen to keep a few loose ends,
feel for the field mouse
and let the owl complete its circle.
On the hill of her one knee
her face lit for a split second
by a passing car
remains the same as ever- a stranger’s.
Let it be a silhouette, an inkblot,
a concept I conceive in kaleidoscope.
The trawler judders the night.
Her leg kicks an empty space a bit wet,
a bit jugged and sharp.
Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor
Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press)
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