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This poem is taken from PN Review 166, Volume 32 Number 2, November - December 2005.

Three Poems Sujata Bhatt

Sad Walk

for Bob Zieff - in memory of our endless conversations


Who would have thought
                              a sad walk
would lead to pozole ?


I could take this story
               almost anywhere -


Let Time be a wide, tight spiral -
so Kierkegaard could still
be walking down the streets
of Copenhagen - how adept he is
                              at leaping over
puddles - It's the sort of day when windows
must be opened - and in the distance
                         a man can be heard singing,
while someone nearby
                               is tuning a piano -

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