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Aneek Chatterjee
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Amit Parmressar
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The Cats
Were asleep
But were they?
Eyes half closed
focused on any movement
coming from the dense hedge
where wall lizards slept &
where Prometheus liked to sleep
Planning his next move
making himself indispensable
in a black shirt
tucked below-the-waist and
torn-in-all-the -correct-places jeans.
His beard needed trimming
but not today
Pyrrha was so discerning -
difficult to figure
Envious….stroking his soft cheeks
he turned again to tuxedo cat
On Edge
On
edge
about mid-night talks of
expectant rain
Sleep
an occasional visitor
brings fear of more fires
decimated harvests and
heat waves
We
wash bamboo sheets
pretend we will wake
unharmed
But how many more steps
how many more prayers
will heal our footprints in
clay soil?
Will we acknowledge isolation destined in the slanted eye
of a Siamese cat
stepping from our veins
in a silver coat
caressing our morning
coffee?
On the
De Anza Trail
The
heart
of this arid, Adobe land
is not mountains or sand dunes
or even
the lush canopy of cottonwoods
No,
the heart of this land
is the
infinite burning sky
during the day
that pours liquid starlight
on our palms
at night
when prayers like cicadas
are heard and fused
in our veins
Agua Caliente, AZ
Blooming
Desert willows
crystallize
sandy paths
where
blue-throated lizards
bask in liquid light
It’s their
Turkish bath
among
scented, blushing dunes
Silvia Scheibli, Rio rico, Arizona