We look for their stacked up absences,
Their shadows sunk with a  daily sun.

The mountains are now a color of blue
And now we believe they are in them.

Since mountains are a blue and north
And no one can sleep in them for ever,

They must be behind them, endlessly
Stacking up to sky’s translucent blue.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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