Elancharan இளஞ்சேரன்

grey gathers and the little ones war over the tv remote

winter walls darken the static speaks to the flesh

brevity of the river fog’s beauty in a single breath

dawn the full moon bares her soul but we gaze at the earth

noon the foraging squirrel is it buddha you seek?

arms raised to the sky we pretend to be mango trees

up in the winter trees shadows shift with predatory design

we return the frost and city to the night

dressed in white how do you tell the living from ghosts

disturbed by neon lights songbirds singing late into the night