There is a wedding in my poem today,
there is a sixteen-year-old eating a tub of Ben and Jerry's over his break up,
there is a cloud that fell off the sky,
there is a new rule in the metro that bans the use of cell phones while travelling,
there is Finland making news about being the happiest country again,
there is a Dominos pizza delivery person waiting at someone's doorstep,
there is her child who smells of lego and milk, oranges and crayons waiting elsewhere,
and then
there is you
who looks like the last branch of a mango tree
reminiscing the spring and the cuckoos that sang;
and then there is you
in a sealed corner
under dim streetlight,
trying to keep the rest of the world aside
for another day,
erasing this entire poem away.
~Vasanthi
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