THE HARE CHASE Poem by Vasant Abaji Dahake

THE HARE CHASE



Staves batter my dreams
and I wake up,
wiping oaths from my face.

So this ripped-apart morning
and the scheming night before
and the turncoat day before it:

they watch, stone-eyed,
as I'm roasted, a hare on a spit.

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Vasant Abaji Dahake

Vasant Abaji Dahake

Amaravati, Maharashtra / India
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