Updated: Apr 15
hosts: Shalini Pattabiraman & G. Akila
14th April 2022
For the time being, well past noon, God, I ask that you above all leave me alone, that I might just sit here in the leaf shade, beside the wall with its swallow-thrown shadows and the easy, unmended thoughts time affords me: these solid forms of pots, flush with zinnias, and the sun patch fading where the grass snake glides unknotted.
a hollow tree the beginning of dusk
— Previously published in Anthology of Days (Backwoods Broadsides, No. 70, 2002)
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