Cartography
by Debashish Haar — Read all 156 poems by Debashish Haar
Wednesday, November 2, 2005
In the chaos of this night
shadows walk past;
I try to hold them, but
they slip out of my hands.
In the vastness of the desert
(where wind is the eternal master)
life plays a losing game
with sand.
I live its confusion,
collecting the winnowed remains
of some map.
My progress erases each day...
Eileen
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