Sunday, February 28, 2010

On Difficulty

by Srikanth Reddy

Suffer yourself to know beautiful women.
Suffer yourself to learn many words
for one thing. Suffer yourself

to elope like a river, suffer yourself
to remain. Are there ways to kill time
without hurting eternity?

Me, I make seagulls from paper.
Once you've mastered the folds (valley crease
rabbit's ear), everything
tucks itself in. How crooked rooftops
enfold sleeping souls under stars
seems so simple. Pagodas
in traffic lights, birds within birds

without end. When she left, she left me
this note on the table.

I can't make anything of it.

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