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Image by Mitchell Luo

Melody
By Gopal Lahiri

In a stolen moment of daylight

a little ivy creeper reaching out

venturing beyond its bed into the grass,

I start ripping ivy while I sing a song

creating an uneasy alliance,

I am told that ivy is the work of the devil

hard as that is to imagine.

 

Across the southern avenue

The melody slowly settles on my shoulder,

I tell myself maybe

I will need more of these now,

silence has nowhere to go

it has no answer

now or even then.

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