The garden’s earth yawns.
It has a pink tongue. It has ears.
There are days when the garden’s dog
is also the garden’s earth.
There are days
when every living thing in the garden
breathes with its earth.
Published with permission from “Earth: Poems for Veronik”, Poetrywala, 2023.
This selection is curated by Yamini Krishnan.
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