Treasure Island

Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

PAYLOAD


Drought had entered
into grass roots.
It was a perfect landing.

Sequential. You are
chopped into pieces. A shoal
of fish will make you disappear.

The vacancy will call
a choreographed entry. The
descent will find a goldenrod.

Snow-capped peaks. It
is difficult to stay for a long time.
You climb down. River remains dry.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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