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July 2017, vol 13 no 2

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Shrikaanth Krishnamurthy,

London Bridge Station

Was it yesterday I was negotiating stairs after endless stairs in various tube stations, lugging my two unwilling suitcases, toes gripping every step as if to very life – the life I had now left behind, in search of a new one?

candy store
the face of a child
with no money

The station attendant kindly let me through without asking to see my ticket, his eyes, knowing, understanding. Now my feet drag me onto the road.

not yet spring
the cold air warms
in my lungs