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The death of the bird, lone,
on the winter's clothesline, goes
unhailed even by itself, clandestine.
Sometimes I see it. It poses like
figure 'One', pluse on the upper segment
of the sky bisected by the wire.
Everything below is light and decorative.
Mistletoes drain the old trees.
My drone lips hit yours. The explosion
doesn't vex the curtains.
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The author of Postmarked Quarantine, Kushal Poddar has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of Words Surfacing. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. You can follow Kushal on Twitter.
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Kushal, I love how the imagery collides in this poem. Thank you for your submission! Send more, please!
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Truly wonderful imagery, Kushal❣️
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Beautiful!
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