After the Cyclone
By Geetha Ravichandran
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The sea is wild.
But certain things remain unchanged,
like the ordinariness of grit.
On top of the box
spelt ‘Spring Potato’
two crows perch
waiting for smiley- fries.
They dare you to shoo them away.
A piece of sculpted driftwood
lies on the shore
waiting for a purposeful tide,
to be washed up
on yet another coast.
And there’s more of the commonplace
to shrug off the memory of the storm.
The boys playing football
dreaming of Ronaldo,
send the coach
into a flying rage.
Shiny discarded wrappers
scattered by hungry beachgoers
flutter on the sand
and glisten in the first rays of the sun.
The day’s business is yet to begin.
Fishermen draw the nets
that they would soon drop into the waters.
Mornings and the beach air
stir deep unheard melodies
that the city breathes,
in this end of the year music season.
Geetha Ravichandran is a recently retired bureaucrat. She is the author of two collections of poetry, Arjavam and The Spell of the Rain Tree, both published by Red River.