Lake(Poem)

The teeming town
halted near a teary lake
to take a breath.

The ungrammatical
romantics
were eating cornbread sticks

Some lost
in the hands
of electric partners
or in
Insta feeds.

Grown-ups were
seeking wisdom
from the veiled winds
and the brainy birds

or perhaps
from the roasted groundnuts

Fugitive moods
assembled in rows and columns
and the oldies on the phone
too
wanted some attention

The speed boat was calling
but the spirit
reminded
the 5 pm Zoom call
or some productivity hack
to prolong this busyness of idiocy.





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