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
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