November 22nd, 2005
Winter ‘84
I tell the corner store owner
‘pretty cold out there’
he says
‘ain’t what it used to be’
‘oh’, i say, ‘why is that’
innocently
tensing
wondering if coloured immigration
has affected the seasons…
‘they’ve been fooling around
with the weather’,
he says.
[his wife nods]
‘ever since they sent a man
to the moon
it hasn’t been right’
oh, i say,
breathing out
intrigued
‘yeah, i know what you mean’
-Krisantha Sri Bhaggiyadatta
Tags: Krisantha Sri Bhaggiyadatta, Poetry, Winter ‘84, Racism
Isaiah says:
The cold under-current is so much visible that it’s shrill is making me dull.
November 22nd, 2005 at 11:49 pm
Neha says:
hmmm he got it… i didnt.
December 26th, 2005 at 11:38 pm
Kunal Goel says:
I think both of you didn’t. It’s a simple beautiful poem.
December 27th, 2005 at 02:28 am