Boundaries – by Neera Kashyap

by TBLM

summer garbage below
stench rises like yeast
to this fourth floor trap
I strip, circle a dot on a map
a different heat rises

the Tao says
enjoy your food, your family
your garden, your neighbor –
I hear roosters crow
in another country

I am bound to you, I said
I am bound to you, you said
cords of haste waste tangles
underlying current flowing blithe –
forgotten

wave
boundless ocean
wave
boundless ocean
wave boundless.

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