Postcard from Michigan
from the aparmeh the dead clam
of snow in Kalamazoo stares back,
you gaze on milky knolls till eyes
become tired of the eggshell crust
underneath a pain of not traversing,
a fence in the mind pegged in reverie,
the Mackinac Bridge under a speckless
desert of whiteness, children cruise
vehicles and trucks like corpses unburied,
last night shining the party galloped on an
amazing pace, you are not busy negating
winter smacks off the skin, words freeze
longer when an unread text congeals,
back home power outage spill stories, love
is still a candle with moths and digital melting
old letters exhausted now this visual affair
an imaginary reverse hug, on the terrace.
by Rizwan Akhtar
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