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Susan Seddon-Boulet, Artist

(snippet from a painting)

by Sanjeev Sethi     


When I hear the hurricane torment you,
I begin to sup up the whey of your wounds,
in the serenity of my storeroom,
where I have you in soothing calligrams.
Certain pockets of my past calm,
especially those redolent
of the moon writing us love songs,
when the welter of wind enveloped us
in her tunes, when we sat on the sward
of sensations never felt before.

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