An Abstraction Poem by indira babbellapati

Dreams
Rose and fell
Through a live livid night
Like billowing sands

I disrobed
By an oasis
Dusting away the clothes

Crime and punishment
Concealed in the shifting sands
Shadows moved
To no particular rhythm
They ran berserk like
A stray dog on heat

How long is it
That you changed
The stinking flowers
In the vase on the corner table?
Oh, they're perfumed imitations?

Salute to you, Cavafy!
Ye too, Anna Karenina!