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In Memoriam
Mukund Gnanadesikan
The cool pine forest
cups its massive palms around
this broad sapphire lake
tonsured in emerald green.
I see the lily pads
where smug-faced frogs
smile at us gangly humans
and when the mist falls
we walk, huddled, unprepared
for the chill of rain.
Precipitation sends a cold reminder
of absence with each droplet
that ruffles glassy surface
drowning noise of wind,
of birds,
of peaceful thoughts.
And floating to the surface, memories;
The image of her dead-fish carcass
Our exalted gift of life and breath,
Shared benediction, confiscated,
laid to rest.
She should be here, skipping through meadows,
and if she were these droplets
would taste of rose and sandalwood
Instead I choke on bitter almond teardrops.