Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Tumbling - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
there remain places here,
where tumbling rock slides
have rolled down
to spill over my edge.
I wonder if these sudden avalanches
might startle the stars?
the notion of stars
in all directions,
like a frightened cover of birds,
is amusing, only because
the indifference of them
if only they could be held.
their skin would be as soft
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