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There at the edge of the garden
We stand, looking away from each other,
As if you don’t know me –
As if I don’t care –

… and the seasons flow above us, silently…

Over the rotating edge
Off the windy cliffs upon the sea
One of us will disappear
While the other looks on
Looking away –
As if he didn’t care –
As if she didn’t see –

… and the seasons will flow …

© Meenakshi Jauhari Chawla 2013

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This is the second piece we have featured by Meenakshi. She is a poet living in India, and is a computer engineer by training. She writes poetry and experimental fiction that has been published in literary journals, print and online.

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