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Ellen
Kombiyil
End
of Day
I
mark the day like postcards, a series of snapshots taken in good
light.
Palm trees hang with the weight of fruit. A large
cat under
dinner
table, tail up, winds around ankles.
I
could get lost in these high-walled streets, clay white, the sound
of
sea beyond. They all move in the same direction; I spiral
towards
center.
This galaxy spins inside the universe, which edges out
and
also
spins. Soon this day will curve into night. A
woodcrafter
carves
a box for jewels.
moving
shadow of the date-palm
fades
into darkness
unquenchable
thirst
round
I, poem 7, 11 November 2005
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| Ellen Kombiyil
is an American poet
currently living in India with her husband and two children.
Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in many wonderful literary
magazines, such as Contemporary Haibun, Contemporary Haibun Online and
Mystic Horizon Press. She will also be included in the 2005
edition of The Red Moon Anthology of English-Language Haiku.
email: Ellen Kombiyil
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