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After Mothers Funeral

By Navya Kumar


 sun spots & rays dance of glass bottles  

 porch steps are warm barely worn unlit lamp posts   cross lightyear length horizon under the orange  sun soot miles away protrudes through skin  

steps crackle behind porch creaks only one line of planks broken in of these  years  

 clouds clot in apology when boots omnipresent &   anticipating their abandon further crease 

white liquor stinging nostril sweat older than pavestones 

  

his father groans as  

 if rewinding time


By Navya Kumar


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