Smoking Candles

by Satish Verma   Jun 14, 2022

Soundlessly steps move, in
midmoon? deleting trust.
Now I am the time.

You left your guitar
on the moving sands of beach.
Waves pick up the song.

Watching a seagull?
wolfing out from eye socket,
of a sinking fish.

A gift from a barbie
doll of tanned skin in nun's garb.
Please stand in hot sun.


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