Non sequitur
I always imagined icicles
as frozen sighs.
Once she asked me to commit
a perfect crime.
I sighed close to her heart.
Winter. Ducks left our city.
A role play tree howled brown leaves.
I lit a fire.
It was a non sequitur.
Kushal Poddar, widely published in several countries, presently lives at Kolkata and is editor of the online magazine Words Surfacing. He authored The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), and Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia). His forthcoming venture is Scratches Within.