The ground shimmers
And tearing my gaze I’m surrounded
By hued shadows
Interrupted by electricity.
The wind roars deafening –
I am embraced by It and crickets.
My shoes squeak and kick soil
As my right foot sickles outward a little.
Boys played cricket on the train-tracked field
To the sun’s setting
And bicylcle bystanders.
I left them now as I left them then
Mezmerized in pages of dates and photographs.
The mosquitoes threaten now
And nets are pulled
Before hair is brushed
And soiled clothes folded neatly.
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