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Bugling Plankton
What talks
in
a
plankton’s
wriggle?
Weaving unseen
whirlpools,
pitting puddles
(soaked, a mellow,
afternoon shine)-
lashing and
curling
like
a sleek
blade,
cutting into
rotten green ,
perhaps,
blowing
a bugle-
like
a shriek
lost
in
the chasm.
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Kalyani Bindu
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