A Snail (in Galle), the Day After the HSBC Galle Literary Festival 2012 Ends

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From underneath a plastic paper plate I peep,
Good ol sunshine, glad you’re here –
So, now I breathe. They have gone, then,
Back up the highway, like the Greeks out of shore,
For a year, now: damn literature no more.

Like a Christmas tree, remove the soundproof
from my walls. Clean the dirt, remains,
Slide out the shell; be me. Abandoned fortress
Festive from fatuousness can’t tell:
Left behind: gone, the pomp, the pageantry.

Babul seller, by two couples, in salty yawns,
Feel the tremour of the soft wind
By the scenery. A flatboot voyeur,
squinted eyed, stalk the whole
outside chance of catching a glimpse of eternity.

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2 thoughts on “A Snail (in Galle), the Day After the HSBC Galle Literary Festival 2012 Ends

    Namali Premawardhana said:
    March 22, 2012 at 5:16 pm

    haney! mata therenne nehe 😦

    Admin responded:
    March 23, 2012 at 2:44 pm

    😦

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