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Child
this stone in my ring, soft:
woke up in the middle of the morning
scared:
if it was real, then
then what?
(and when the shine dulls,
remember me too.)
see: the bird watches,
there is a lone branch, very wide, enough seat space,
no passengers to squeeze their saris onto sweaty plush.
the bird sees a girl,
hair is brown yet also black
eyes are brown yet also black
air is something.
asleep (her desk waits in soft breezes
of memory
and lost poems.)
- not brushed in days –
- she sits up, suddenly –
(eyes blink)
(last night was too quick)
(too early to wake up)
(too early to sleep)
and
yet
A SINGULAR BEAUTY
(a cheap Indian billboard sign)
the bird goes.
please:
(I won't tell anyone, I promise.)
I'll keep your stone forever
ingrained in corroded silver,
my dreams will be that too.
sprawled out
(every morning this girl
checks for something that left)
smooth is hard
(the stone cries)
and they are gone.
whisper: look, the twigs on the snow
wait, agony slipping
drops of icy syrup
LIE STICKY
forever.
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