If you ever caught spring breeze, hammering
on the wall, paperweight: breaking glass doors,
released the inhabitants of years ago
that you felt like taking with baggage, sinking
in the shoulder blades.
Reunion of hundred years, multiple with sixteen
times, ever realised how many of them are behind you?
It means treasure, it means place, all running
a rate race, static, motionless, who caught who?
A bond— such synonymous — a word filled
with emotions, I rarely open in the copy world,
take high, higher, highest huddles, all snatching
words from mouth, wandering in the same fall
carried away in different places, between perfect
strangers, can it take place?
You're not living alone, standing to each other
in a poem line, breathing, living, loving together
to create another sixteen acres.
— 10th December, 2023
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