A SMALL CHANCE

Standing on a sandisland 
I was looking at the landscape 
of the aura of a lobbied avatar. 
The chill was spreading on the river unfazed. 

The sassafras had a logistics network 
to penetrate in the oysters, becoming 
grayish white pearls of wisdom. 
It will protect you from any insult. 

When the temple of learning was 
being rebuilt, the words were finding 
an echo in sky’s fear of abduction. 
The sun was hiding behind the lies. 

In a trance I move unmindful 
of interbreeding. Some grizzly thoughts 
were near the cave of skeletons. The 
panther was readying to jump out.

Satish Verma