Arun Sagar

All was at once intimate and public
like a note passed through a classroom.
Queues were forming at the check-in counter,
and by the river young men zig-zagged
their skates amid the maple leaves.
But here: mannequins, scarves, steaks
in Rocquefort sauce. These city nights are
brightened with cloud, the way the first
sip of wine sharpens the nerves of the mouth
and October comes with fire colours, fine rain.

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