i. ii. iii.

i. ii. iii.

A Poem by Amrit Evan Gupta
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incomplete but then

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i. ii. iii.

 

i. compact prelude

 

as a child i loved

to look at very small things

and see something more

 

ii. by the surface of the water

 

by the surface of the water i let my eyes come out of focus

green light filtering through the water

of the miniature bay

the tiny waves twist and furl

and lap at the shore

breaking against the pebbles

(boulders, under which immense shadows hide)

the thin layer of silt is a mire

and i --

large, ungainly --

cannot even hear myself breathe

as i dip my hand into the snowmelt water

 

iii.

 

sub -- zero/human/terranean/merged

i disappear into the current

the shower hammers my spine,

splintering 

melting

eroding

© 2017 Amrit Evan Gupta


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