indi Poetry

a few lines on a scene I saw while walking that morning

the sun was dancey slivers
in the shine of the water
at the tilt of the earth

the water shined on
alone again

many suns have melted
into a myriad waters
and made a home in
their surfaces and depths

and disappeared
leaving deserts undammed


indrani’s index

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