This Season
By Kanza Khan
Hold this season at bay
Prod your foot into flowerbeds
Dissect every memory in your mind
Hold this season at bay
How many of us till your appetite is satisfied
A big bad wolf comes by my doorstep each night
Two moons ago I laughed in its face, so today it clawed my eyes out
The Curtains Draw
Sheathed swords
But the wolf has claws.
Hold this season at bay
The house floods in salt water
Look what you did,
Has my God gone blind?
I plea; someone bear witness
An unwelcomed stranger is here again.
Hold this season at bay
Here lies everything we take to our grave
Oh the irony, a raging monsoon left us with a drought
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