Kushal PoddarA bird, dark feathered, broad, sirens
a pregnant-woman-crossing-the-desert alarm. Wind displaces the things long loosened from their origins. Wind displaces dreams. Wind manipulates the bird, and the bird maneuvers the wind. Under the summer sun a pregnant woman crosses the lines. May her daughter, her son chart her dream that has a shape pre-Magellan. Lower your guns, vigilants. A pregnant woman screams an alarm- wind dislodges everything already slackened. |
