Another of my not-so-recent poems but a lighter one. It came to me one night in Polonnaruwa, Sri Lanka.

Cinnamon Air

I spent a night
In a forest in Sri Lanka
Peering into trees
I couldn’t name
Looking for red loris
Catching fireflies
Cupping them
Like I do my breasts
Sometimes late at night
Pillow soft 
As you’ve become
Another far away place
Hazy as a dream
Fading on waking.

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Candice Landau

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Primarily a cat whisperer, sometimes a writer. Frequently submerged with the fishes and always surrounded by books. Strong belief in the sanctity of at least one desk per hobby.

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