In Kazimierz I Chased a Pigeon

                      holding a cigarette

                                                    until it flew into the mess

                              of a tree

      smoke

                                    like a white twig

               I wandered

                                   onto the crosswalk

                                                         without looking

             the black sedan didn’t stop

(originally published in The Kolkata Arts Blog, Summer 2024)

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