Barefoot the children are running, their fists in the air.
They laugh a ticklish laughter, not the mind’s.
The strings they clutch are as thin as the air at this altitude.
What are they running from? Ask a forget-me-not.
Sunflowers read their passage from west to east.
The flowers are foreground: beyond them, the precipice.
A broom of a wind swishes across a footprint.
That little piggy was hearing, that little piggy was vision....

Amit Majmudar

Amit Majmudar is a diagnostic radiologist specializing in nuclear medicine. He lives in Columbus, Ohio, with his wife and twin sons. His first book, 0',0', is forthcoming from Northwestern University Press/TriQuarterly Books. His poetry appears widely.

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