Maybe you think I didn’t
look at your roses
(Yes, yes, I know they were
only twenty a bunch)
Because glass-caged, glassy-eyed, voices do not reach me
Because glass-caged, glassy-eyed, voices do not reach me
Or that
Conditioned-hair,
conditioned-air, the thoughts in my head are frozen
But my eyes didn’t go to
meet yours
Only for the fear of what
they might find there
And because I couldn’t
have explained all this then
In the flicker of a red
light.
First published in Muse India, Jul-Aug 2014.
4 comments:
I loved reading this! :-)
Thank you, Ana. Just went to the beach that is your blog :).
Nice. Made an echo.
As monsoons sweep across the west coast, glad to see the blog lush green with posts :)
:). Since the rains have followed you leaving us behind, we have to make do with our own home-grown greenery.
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