Bricks • Mortar • Imagination • Words

The text Chattri


We have a date - I journey

miles to meet

you. Change trains

twice. Crumpled and hungry

I arrive. I am led

to a desk. I sign

my name in bold.

Accompanied, I am led

up the stairs. At

a leather desk you wait.

My name nestling

in ink above you.

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