A poem by Prartho.
the elegant pitcher falls
emptiness
everywhere
* * * *
how quiet
the water
just before boiling
* * * *
You have carved me out
so deeply
soon I’ll be able
to swallow the sky.
* * * *
a well-cleaned fruit seed
falls on the page
is that you
in the trees
savoring the cherries?
* * * *
now
all
my
questions
will
be
pebbles
dropped
into
a
bottomless
well:
not
one
plunk
Featured image by Maria Krasnova
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