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Poetry #441
(published July 2, 2009)
The Platform
by Geetanjali Chitnis
the platform
eternal pausing, the shells
of smoked peanuts
drips of tea on the stone bench
cold, now
and as I watch the train pull away
dragging a bit of my heart
with each chug
across the littered tracks


there are questions
answers I don't need
for now, I'm a blur
a thing-of-the-past
yours, a moment ago
when you ran your fingers
through my hair
as always, your fingers caught
in the tangled ends
and just like always
you left them like they were

Geetanjali Chitnis writes from Bangalore, India.

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