Engineers washed out
rutted elephant pathways
long before
nurses in pink cotton
could reroute traffic
with tall glass structures
roofed by thin, cemented oaks

Forgotten maisesilk saris
tangled, knotted, torn
in the noxious popcorn winds
colours of absence soaking up
clays and shoots of with

Tonguing forbidden language again
each syllable a rosary bead
catching thumb whorls
fierce in silence
braving illumination
beneath cold waves
populated by slick ears

It’s okay, she said
And it took centuries to believe her

Author: tendrilwise

Hi, I have a diploma in Journalism, I've published a novel, and I am currently studying psychology. My odd way of viewing the world either gets me kicked out of parties or invited to them. Jenn McKay

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