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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 44

Recollecting Andrew

A memory of a Cirrus
glides by the square sky above
the yard, features
a folk and a murder,
and I agree - a remix
has a better genetic pool than something
pure; pristine is the process - how often
I collect the fragments of you
while piling wood, yard works, laze,
reading about the dark cells
multiplying across and within -
to think about it - we are nothing
but colonies of memories.
Here you go a cloud rebirthing
again and again to shower me
with the purity of a mixture
featuring everything that you have been
and everything that is something else.

Kushal Poddar