Two Days after Hurricane Zeta
This evening, the woods sprung into a hundred black bells.
The trees were still smarting from the storm’s whooping,
The hawks made their slow rounds waiting for a misstep.
But dark skirts flapping, the forest pealed and pealed.
Have you ever seen such gaiety, in the eye of so much peril?
Saheli is a painter, writer and development professional from India, based in New Orleans. Her recent work has appeared in Current Affairs, Prairie Fire, Full Stop, The Globe Post, Guftugu, Economic and Political Weekly, Tha Alipore Post, Nether Quarterly, The Bombay Literary Magazine, and other publications and anthologies. You can visit her website at: www.sahelikhastagir.com.
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