Middle Years

In the mirror

The same picture,

Now a bit scared- 
And drawn over

Like overdrawn

Auerbach sketches,

Giacometti,

But bit broken

In the line-ature

Like Kokoshchka

Skewed,squeezed,or stretched

Just to that point

Where cognition

Strains but does not

Fail -looks at you, 

Unsure.

        

        And 

Yes. Memories

And memories

And memories

Of a teacher

With a name sound

B D A or

Just guruji

Who fluttered just

All over  school

Like white flag flown

In by high wind.

           

            And

Night brings cooler

Winds and with winds

Wingèd creatures

Bent on victory!

And as you scratch

One gets between

Your nails, it dies,

But as it does

It leaves behind

Scent, like a curse.

Yet domestic

Gecko can not

Curse when it gets

Crunched betwixt

Doors. He, she, it

Smiles, they all do.