Sickles
By Jayanta Mahapatra Dust seems in no hurry now, sailingthe air. A ten-year-old girlruns after her home-bound cowsthrough the ingenious sunset hour,glancing briefly as we pass bybut gives no sign that she has seen us. The day’s last lightsurprises us, leaving everyonesuddenly on an endless, desolate shore.And a small desire Read more…