Poem: Fall

Sayani Mukherjee

A partly frisky fall, a lonely jump
Across the plane
A watershed benchmark
Full of throttled wishes
The macabre knew what to do with anxiety
Your face, a full flanked rose garden
Tattooed in Australia, knows what to do
Coming over a backfired cameo at the end
Why is that blue flower so small?
I floated friskily at the fall garden
Silencing the primary force
For all at once, I swam a whole gypsy plane.