laminar
it is easier to keep track of the sun
if I saw it rise in the morning.
I see a cluster of leaves fall, their laminas turning
their backs to the sun, only casting carnivorous shadows.
one tears away from the rest, the remaining drop
in the gutter in a bunch & I feel something
poetic about it, a metaphor in the making -
do bunches go in the gutter?
is it better to go into the gutter in bunches?
does it not matter if it's a gutter if you go in bunches?
am I the solitary leaf that broke away, the wind separated?
maybe it's just leaves falling in a way
you're not supposed to see.
sun sets, CCTV on the lamppost blinks
blue red blue red.
I hood up, I use steamed rise to seal
the envelope of me.
no more adventures like crossing
a rain-battered road
in a saturday twilight.
~Ajay
13/12/2019
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