Reclamation

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The memory coke
With sun and air
Loses sting
No more choke
The thirsty throat

Buildings standing tall
No more smell
Of half eaten pizza
Moulded then
Pungency breezed
With seasonal sun

They say I write in riddles
Memory but a fiddle
Picking on strings
Mysterious ways
Now no more
Now trained hand
Holds the fiddling
To perfect angles
Drying pickles to
Perfect sun tanned oblivion

© All rights reserved, Nivedita Dey, 2016

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