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Stray Thoughts on His Birthday
by Shimanta Bhattacharyya
 
(For Markus Vinzent)

The cards dry up, friends fade.
Another day sloughs its skin
On the barbwires of memory.

The years fizzle out one by one
Like a row of streetlamps
Along a dark, lonely alley.

But, beneath the junk-pile
Of jettisoned dreams
Things remain much the same:

Only the wounds gape wider
The shadows loom ghostlier
And the day lasts longer.

 
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