Flowers grow taller every day
Trees become greener
As the garden in the heart of spring looks
A spectrum of vibrant interwoven colors
I too grow like an inflorescence
My face becoming darker with an earthly outgrowth
As I become conscious of my own
Manliness on the bathroom mirror.
I shove my innocence and the residue of mango seed
Hopscotch out and caress the stubs on my mandible
And chin. I’m growing my own man-locks
And soon I will be my topiary master.
And the garden is where birds gather.
A fresh faced lad looks at himself
In the mirror and wonders, when will spring usher in wings
Of a cinnamon-breasted tit?
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Dr Dilantha Gunawardana graduated from the University of Melbourne, as a molecular biologist, and moonlights as a poet. He currently serves as a Senior Lecturer in the Department of Botany, University of Sri Jayewardenepura. Dilantha lives in a chimeric universe of science and poetry. Dilantha’s poems have been accepted for publication /published in HeartWood Literary Magazine, Canary Literary Magazine, Boston Accent, Forage, Kitaab, Eastlit, American Journal of Poetry, Zingara Poetry Review, The Wagon and Ravens Perch, among others. Dilantha too has two anthologies of poetry, 'Kite Dreams' (2016) and 'Driftwood' (2017), both brought to the readership by Sarasavi Publishers, and is working on his third poetry collection (The Many Constellations of Home). Dilantha’s pet areas of teaching and research, include, Nitrogen Fixation, RNA biology, Phytoremediation, Agricultural Biology, and Bioethics & Biosafety. Dilantha blogs at – https://meandererworld.wordpress.com/ -, where he has nearly 2000 poems.
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