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Sarath Reddy

Love in Metaphor


Love is a meandering melody.

We drift in a Chagall blue sky

ending up not so far from where we began,

hang on to a final chord fading

into silence, your words echoing, 

fireflies in a glass jar.


Love is snow that fell 

silently while we slept.

yesterday’s faint outlines--

hedge of junipers, wandering sidewalk,

garden asleep beneath the blanket,

our world, magical, remapped.


And when love ends it will depart like winter

in fits and starts, drifts and squalls

until the door slams shut,

one of us keeps walking

without any intention of turning back.

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