by Reena Prasad
The waves licked our feet
reminding me of resolute wings
pushing their feathers out through gaps
I had kept hidden
You pointed out the rocks with mossy hair
I saw a stream of clear water trapped in between
A small Gulliver in Brobdingnag
Behind us the sun fell
The darkness was no match
for your angry bewilderment
or my lack of colour within.
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