by Arun Sagar

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The world is filled
with Mondays
and mint
and wild grasses
at the edges of the fields.


People are waiting
in the city, in large
waiting rooms,
reading newspapers.
You are not here, but


I am everywhere,
turning the sunlight
into sunlight, that chair
into a chair, turning
all things into their names.

Arun Sagar was born in India and currently lives in France, where he is a doctoral student in law at Rouen University. His poems have appeared most recently in Press 1 and The Literateur.

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