Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










SO THAT YOU KNOW by Mani Rao

Trimming the overgrown silences of the night
Scissor beaks

It may be early unlit but the birds have begun to boil  buds are growing wings and the tree will rise featherborne

One row of birds like a stem bipinnate will curve nicely to the breeze

One large bunch will turn like a wheel and then somersault  you will see   a crashing tree   root fist twisting up   cumulus head rolling down

Blackbirds will burst a packet of tacks

A stork quadrant will appear with the mythical carpet

Chirping chandeliers will swing in from the sky in time for dusk