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Click heretaller than most
thinner than everything
a breath that watches
and eyes that sing
he carries a book
he carries a knife
and his father's ring
all mortal man
and not afraid
of anything
Sanjib walks vividly
as if each step is ascent
a stairway to eternity
a thumping syncope
to heaven's symphony
but never too high
in harmony to heed
and stop for children
women, elders and tourists
Sanjib draws houses
combs his hair to the left
drives better
than he dances
likes Brodsky and Peanuts
and real English tea
he beckons me closer
and weaves his future
over another cup
of Lady Grey's finest
explains it all to me
a direction and dream
to marry a European girl
cherish, honor and achieve
and live by the sea
he probably will
because everyone can see
that even the gods swoon
when Sanjib smiles
at least
the European girls do
and bloody hell
(but I keep it to myself)
so do I
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 37,000 poems.
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That old poem, dark south carolina or whatever, of mine doesn't need an E. It kind of bites. lol But this is wonderful!!!
I must read this stanza again:
Sanjib draws houses
combs his hair to the left
drives better
than he dances
likes Brodsky and Peanuts
and real English tea
Do you realize how good your poem is?
Wonderful character observations, and beautifully expressed.
"drives better
than he dances"
As usual, you have a wonderful way with descriptive detail.