Tuesday, December 29, 2015

PAGE 10



The fingers flick,
Leaves rustle,
Back and forth,
Fast forward.


The leaf stands solitary,
Loneliness bites it,
The eye ignores, overlooks,
The screaming page 10.

A voice bawls out,
“Page 10 missing!”
The eye starts, surprised,
The voice listens not to reason.


Someone nudges in the queue,
Pushing ever so persistently,
“He needs 10 dollars -
To resurrect the fallen page.”

Speak of international travel travails,
That bespeak reeking rottenness,
A living passport changes hands,
Parting shot: Bon voyage!

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