filling the empty belly with sparrow song
solstice light rays melt into the river grey
wanders the zen garden in the rain ghost with an axe culling the earthworms
call it a feeling the movement of clouds in our bones
the rain haunts us every waking moment
send us a sign when death calls you by your pronoun
morning light wraps round the pigeon
dawn the stale breath of winter
winds shape the breadcrumb trail solstice
bedside the forest reaches out with a root mangled hand
elancharan gunasekaran 