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Stay Unnamed
A Poem
Arundhathi Subramaniam
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25 Dec, 2020
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This is the vegetal hour —
time to listen
like a plant,
learning to combust
into an origami
of green
watchfulness,
remembering
there will be time
for leaves
to turn
into a million emerald parrots
in a lather of cloud.
But not yet.
This is the time for roots —
the stolid,
weather-beaten
innocence
of roots.
This is the time to stay unnamed.
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This is the octopus hour,
time
to attend
to that ancient mollusk,
the heart,
parentless,
shell-less,
learning
to live
without armour,
without ancestry,
not wetly
curious,
not expanding –
not just yet —
into a wild federation
of tentacles.
This is the time to stay unnamed.
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