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Sabyasachi Nag

Postcards from Winter

The only red patch
in all this white is the crest
of the woodpecker

digging on the dead
branches of a birch, and that
Poinsettia –

from last Christmas,
now aching like a war widow.

What Ants Know

To know what ants know
we sit on a shiny patch
by the anthill, stand
the sun in the eye, bare feet,
feel the grass breathe.

 

Sabyasachi Nag lives and works in Mississauga in Ontario, Canada; has appeared in journals internationally and has published a book of poems: Bloodlines (Writers Workshop, 2006).