A free-verse poem — Eyes anchoring darkness,
feet on a patterned mosaic,
crushing on colonies of red and black ants,
body reeking of the loaded day’s stench,
heart crooning requiems,
I looked for her hither-thither. Alas! My sight beheld two incandescent stars
on the pitch charcoaled sky.
But, oh whitewashed orb, where are you…