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  • Pyramid
  • Diane Mehta (bio)

Where black tarmac edges on expanse, gold corners of paprika saris flutter

in manufactured breeze, the 737 whirs with epic might while vultures pause on trees.

Midday’s glare burnishes the heat. Descending, passengers mirror their reflections.

Reincarnations work in geometric fields where landscape blows back memory’s facts or icons.

Roads are less clever than old patterns but smaller because skies seems larger, brighter.

After prayers and ablutions gods are locked in closets, the sun hardens to glass.

On the corner where the house was, memory’s inflation deflates Intolerable heat, laughter in the roads.

Diane Mehta

Diane Mehta has published poems in Salamander, The Formalist, The Columbia Review, and The Antioch Review.

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