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Hand Movements of a Puppeteer |
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by Aryanil Mukherjee
beyond the low heights of clouds
there’s little space to swing
rubber-tree leaves rub off each other
perspiring in persistence
between this bird and another
a cold registers itself without snow
who doesn't love the piano?
blue ribbons, sand slippers
the dahlias without doubt.
inside the aircraft a sunlit boy
lifting up and down window shutters
strange flowers done watching
on clouded blue embroidery
uprooting conservation the trees fall
in sequoia
which i didn't see or hear
thus didn't fall
perhaps death is a hum; acoustic undulations
heard
as we explore the festival grounds
trying to read the hand movements
of a puppeteer Editors' note: Read "A cup of fine tea: Aryanil Mukherjee's "Hand Movements of a Puppeteer"" here. |