A Vignette Of Mayhem Poem by sid kalita

A Vignette Of Mayhem



she guns for the throttle,
he gives an amused look...
she assumes a wintry descent,
he gives a wry smile...
the air clears up
and it leaves no stains behind.

a play in six lines-
neither he nor she laid down;
they left the stage,
pursued in a plane.

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