Meanness

Pushed by troubled waters on the periphery;dream interrupted, you start coloring your nails differently. A white moon was not that white any more. You grow overnight gray, becoming older by decades. Gravel was going for a coup. Stones had upturned the river. Brutus, were you impeccable ? I don’t want to travel back to dark memories, of a raccoon drowning a little poor thing. Satish Verma