"Autumn Camping" by Kushal Poddar

Everyone has those travel bags.

The doors of the car opens near the river.

A bow boat plays a long lone note

on the chordophone water.

Silence summons Autumn. 

An invisible slayer sheds the leaves one by one.

Because you hide the smoking habit

you have been quitting since your wedding

when she calls from the resort balcony

you begin a wildfire. Soon the evidence of fall

all will go, leaves and land, devil's bridge and

the stones, even the sun. The stars rise;

in the black sky they are the cold bones. 

About the author: The author of 'Postmarked Quarantine' has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of 'Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. 

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