Friday, 15 July 2011


(fifth moment)

We stood outside knocking and knocking

He saw both of us and opened

He stumbled out of the house dazed.

Then saw the truck full of what ever we had

He still didn’t understand

So I made him, wordlessly

Picking up the damaged

Little chairs as I walked in.

By Ali A. Naqvi

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