“Can dry leaves keep you warm?” I asked myself three years ago on a piece of paper.
I question myself still the same –
A bulbul trapped in a monochrome picture,
an heirloom locked behind the veil,
two cigarettes in a make-up case,
a heart, cloaked in steel.
Will you set them all free?
These dry leaves await the assay,
It’s time to start a fire.