Corners

by Venkat

paint them if you will
nailed with your groans
bowls of time on the sill
clock’s tick, fishes moans

colour this page of spites
in thick pleated memory
words on ice, frozen nights
these eyes but soft, no ivory

whoever makes us corners
leaves no edges to hold
whoever set edges steep
gave no corners to groan

image: iwholesaleoilpainting.com

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