Is This An Omen Of A Senile Wind? Poem by nimal dunuhinga

Is This An Omen Of A Senile Wind?

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My beloved became an infant
And crying in the cot.
I was the cruel day care teacher
Who changes her diaper.
And the next door widow strums her monotonous harp
Marco's yelp woke me up.

*She grumbles in the morning why I called the widow's name several times.

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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