By Kamruzzaman Saif
Nowadays it is left somewhere in the brink dry, trim, unused and gloriously inelegant, settled on a lethargic horizontal rounded bum, and...
Señorita,
Ocean of joy pops up on the edge of your lips,
Flood of words forks over your fearless tongue.
When you blink your dark enduring eyes,
Shadows...
Man in suit with pale, anxious face,
Takes one step ahead, half step behind,
Like the horse of Exodus,
Following the command to jump into Neil.
The clock...
