In a lawn outside the loggia
scuddy trees seek your trust.
Overthrow and allurement?
Beauty of burls? Or, is it
sierras in sepia?
When the odor of osmosis
blends with your breath,
when the norm is nails as
long as your nose, you’re
a solemnizer of selfdom.
As age accelerates on speedometer of existence
peers begin to show one last time usually with
a flattering photograph in the bulldog edition.
Ritual of repose is the new coffee klatch. Friends,
former lovers and the like gather and grieve. The
dumpster of death does not wait for weekends.
Anamnesis in sables is warmer than perceptions.
Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest. His poems have found a home in Off the Coast Literary Journal, Literary Orphans, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Café Dissensus Everyday, Section 8 Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, The Jawline Review, Right Hand Pointing, Revolution John, Futures Trading, The Aerogram, Thirteen Myna Birds, Creative Talents Unleashed, Chronogram, The Corner Club Press,The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Ink Sweat and Tears, SentinelLiterary Quarterly, New English Review, The Galway Review, A New Ulster, In Between Hangovers, Otoliths, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.
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