Half Past Gone
Of olding autumns, iron and wine
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Teri Justajoo
You were a thought.
Like, dust on dupatta.
Like, sun on the skin.
Feet in the water.
Face
in
a pillow.
Stripes on an ankle-sock.
You are a thought
I
keep
forgetting.
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