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Poems by Inchiki
The Lobe
tigers and bathers
crescent over water
in an ebon pool
a peacock in prison
in a pen
of peahen
man stands in the image | mirage thin
white dhoti at full mast
his smile a bird polishing the sky
in the room
in a wardrobe in the room
woman sits in lotus
outside a child
in passing might think:
‘I hear a sound’
