Deposition
A downy clay near
fingertips. I ascend light
to meet darkness.
An ambush memory.
Remember your name ?
No, I don’t know me.
Gambler raises
the stakes to win his dirt
from golden nails.
Satish Verma
Copyright © Satish Verma | Year Posted 2013
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