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Excerpts > Fall 2006 |
Maya Rani Khosla
Synchronicity In Bhutan my camera’s click jerks a yak a goatherd struggling to lift her dead goat’s feet, stuck As I reach for water in the darkness a half-human Dawn’s green butterflies alight on pines miles maybe leopard. Deep in a riot a child is torn off a woman on the rooftops to join smoke from a still-simmering bazaar. the goatherd shrilling for the rest of her flock. are swelling thunder’s silence. |
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