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 Aug 2014 Gayathri Natarajan
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Colorful and after rain
At once or twice
All in the sky

Not real
But full of feelings
She just wants to be a light trick
To bring happiness

She just wants to be a rainbow
Because he brings the rain
She just wants him to see her
In the sky
With her bright smile

She just wants to be one with clouds
She wants to be seen after rain
When flowers have the best smell
She wants to bring spring

Because he loves the rain.
Flames dance
over the bones
of an unfinished
sonnet,
now half-remembered
and strewn about
the ashes
of a love
huddled 
in the cold.
We were told to expect snow
Snow, again.
Greeted by crisp hope and freezing air
We waited…
Dogs sniffed the air and each other
Hawks sat and wrapped themselves in feathered shawls
Discreet expectations
Anticipations of broken routines that might
Hold us captive to our homes
Caressed by comforting teas and naughty cakes

It didn’t snow.
Still, we stayed
Home
Held the dogs
Surrendered to self-imposed captivity
don't you love things that make you stay home...sometimes?

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