By Saba Mahjoor
mid-day
the spicy potatoes
the black blanket on the floor
dozing in and out of careless folly
the milky sleep
the mild heat
blazing blue sky
candy floss clouds
the gentle breeze
trees swaying a last secret
green eyes
blue veined hands
a kiss on the lips
a prickly beard
sticky chocolate mess on fingers
vacant eyes
a blank heart
a troubled soul
the constant vociferations
of an unquiet mind
Saba Mahjoor, a doctor-turned-student of English literature, is based in London. Contact: saba.mahjoor @outlook.com