The dirt bridge arches
its back in the sun
and dreams cat dreams.
In its sleep it is beautiful,
a poem that purrs and hums.
Awake, the peeling buses
shake it to its bones
and a fine dust sifts
across the setting sun.
Anjana Basu works in advertising in Calcutta, India. She has had a book of short stories published by Orient Longman (India), the BBC has broadcast one of her short stories, and her poetry was included an anthology published by Penguin India.
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