Birdcall will start soon. The room will gather

echoes of a backyard drifting across seas.


The moistness of memory blotches the seen, the felt,

making them apparitions of the once-seen, once-felt.


The neighbour plants bitter leaf to mix in her

tropical fish soup. The ocean surges in her dry throat.


Open the southern window. Hoard unending

afternoons before they get frost-bitten.


Let sleep hang in the air while a

spotted dove returns with stolen monsoon.

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Bhaswati Ghosh’s writing has appeared in several literary journals, including Pithead Chapel, Two Cities Review, Daily News and Analysis, Open Road Review, Earthen Lamp, Warscapes, Open Road review, Humanities Underground, The Four Quarters Magazine, Parabaas,and Stealing Time.