Tiger

2007

Portal, a literary magazine, 2007

Some god’s palm-print
slapped across your back
sent you running

and branches still burning
left their char on your face

it’s you who culls butterflies from ashen banyans
wet nose nuzzling cocoons
that await the monsoon

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