I woke walking the park, just before dark.
Light was golden on treetops,
every leaf alive and clear,
uniquely formed in silhouette.
One moment I cannot forget.

On worn tiles radiating fading day
my steps echoed each heartbeat.
A single breath could fill my chest.
I felt communion with the breeze,
heard a bird scratch fallen leaves.

Later, in traffic, I feel asleep
wandering home through lifeless streets.

Dhaka 2015


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