Saturday, June 15, 2019

Ananya S Guha writes

A Wayfaring Dog Barks

The day is now mid sun
hangs half between flowers
and clouds
no hangovers, the day simply 
happens with a sinking sun 
and the bowl lies inverted
an empty misshapen vessel 
I go to innards of self
with drums beating by 
there is hope that two selves 
can meet up ladders of a world 
that becomes crankier by the minute
You and I can only hope 
to meet in half streets or half truths 
as a wayfaring dog barks.
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Setting Sun -- Maggie Hurley

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