The Essential
Night was all black.
I could not find my
hands / half-dead-
velvety ribs. I want
to rub the spikes and-
toe the line of hurricane.
The naked eye, a-roving
will search for the moon
as the superstorm was-
poised for a landfall.
To receive the wrath-
the ants will find the-
watermark and move to
higher grounds. The sea
throws up the secret of unknown.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2014
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