Vortex

Adequate measure,

Use your hands

To mark my time.

 

I am in between;-

the gate and the flowers-

Rain pouring in,

Lashes mud on my soles.

 

I stand waiting.

Near the rustic gate.

With the rust-eaten lock.

Wrapped in cotton cloth.

 

An inch farther;

from the branches and trees- a shade

hiding away the grave.

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