A Lazy Summer Afternoon

The Bangalore Poetry Festival released an anthology of poems from contributing poets who made the cut. Glad to get my first publication as a Bangalore poet after doing it in Seattle.

Here's the poem in question.

A Lazy Summer Afternoon

Our willowy fingers traced 

the shapes of clouds.

 

One was a face, the other a ship, 

a third an army in disarray

 

One was shaped like the memory we were making, 

two clouds floating on grass, 

dew kissing their tingly feet.