Sunday, April 10, 2016

Sumita Dutta

Loose Gravel

Loose gravel under my shoe.
I skid, fell
Hard on the hand holding my phone.
Nothing hurt.
I sat on the road
Looking through a new point of view.
The world looks quite different
Once stature shortened.
Brushing dust I stood up,
Stepping gingerly, walked away;
Mental gravel collected earlier
Scraped head and heart.
No damage, I consoled myself;
Later noticed the cracked glass.
The phone still works.

1 comment:

  1. Love this poem and its rhythm and rhyme of shoe, through and view, splendid irony


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