Crusoe, Again by Kushal Poddar

When you think of it,

tomorrow

is an island of light,

hence unseen, and I hide

that I lost our tickets.

..

The ferry

passes through my eyes.

At night

I wake up blind and look for

the travelers’ handbook

and time.

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