Solutions

always belong to the world

of whirlpools

air

you have to get used to nothing there

all I do is stare

calm evenings on platforms

in those days they played

movies in the sky

wild laughter

rang all over the locality

it’s such a pity

I tell you

this morning today

trying to get my washing machine

to start

around the bathroom I lurk

with a sinking heart

and on this page I splatter

my mind

and hope that you will be kind

and as things go

remain my friend

instead of foe.

 

The above poem is from my third book The Branches (2015).

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