Looking for vegetables in Mayur Vihar market in the evening of all time and 5 other poems
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The heart’s barricades are open.
Sailing tomorrow.
The quiet neighbour, dark
But for nativity in the far corner.
A baby inside.
Hay in the flailing desert dusk.
Should we leave some food?
Our missing wages, at the gate?
Something for morning?
A guard shoos us away.
The baby remains quiet through all this,
In the dark cold dark.
We click a picture, blurry as dust,
The granary empty.
Then the slow camel walk to the stars,
Mother and daughter, hand in hand
Firmly on terra firma, followed by a Bedouin father
His feet walking on air.