a poem a day by A.J.Rao


As if space can be content and lost
And a happy highway  can re-wind,
A wind blows to kill from yon land.

Remembered hills are blue and lost
And made of a blue haze in a mind
And bus speeds along phone wires.

Space is still water tank of content,
So many liters still holding up blue
As if its content is blue space in air.

A cigarette vendor has rope on fire.
Little sons stand while smoke puffs
As if it goes up in a blue and water.

Space is wind and water and smoke
A strip of blue sky with water tank,
Cigarette smoke, kids in half pants.

( Taking off from the poem “Into my heart an air hat kills”
By A.E.Housman)

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