Your naked body
I can see your frames
Calcium deposits in your ears.
“Our world collapses on ourselves.”
Did you dream of a tower?
Explosion of lint
Torrents of water chew the wood
I present the creeping mold
“And what about my plants that I had kept for Feng Shui?”
They have succumbed to smoke inhalation.
The old you is dead.
A fetus was found in the flood.
It comes to term
The world is anew
And the summer child can’t stop laughing.
(C) A.R. Minhas