A Hundred Gourds 3:2 March 2014

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Sonam Chhoki - Bhutan

Obituary for Vanished Hope

Like the Snow Lotus in the mountain wind you’ve gone.

That dawn, unable to sleep, I tiptoed to the veranda stippled by gossamer rifts of the moon. I felt you for the first time. Your nascent warmth seeped to my cold fingers. No scan could have picked you then. My heart beat to a new rhythm.

Did the gods envy our un-shareable love? They sought their malicious revenge. You bled from my womb.

December rain—
a single acer leaf floats
to the heap below

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