WAITING FOR THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS by Mohineet Kaur Boparai • Cleaver Magazine
When the sun sags into the damp puddle At your paws and The wind in unison sings a last song A misty mountain in the sky Unpacks its jaws Opens its scarlet mouth And exhales the last foggy breath Before the sunset ruptures, For you to emerge round And windy from a dandelion stub Something of you is deposited already In the salt of the evening