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I reached out...

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War on a Mango

Tea with Dadda

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by Krisha Wignarajah

Tea with Dadda

The tea-leaf
black as your sun-burnt forehead
twisted as my heart
from waiting to be tenderly loved
in spite of your son,
edges fray from the twist
anger pulling back
plucked from a hill
in Nuwara Eliya
so close, so close to you,
I hold your essence
in my tea-cup.

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Copyright 2005 by Krisha Wignarajah
Electronic edition, 2005. ISBN 1-896362-35-4
Print edition forthcoming. ISBN 1-896362-36-2