What transforms me,
Like the stray dogs on the streets,
Is that, once something becomes
Too comfortable, you become
Set in your ways. Like my story
Of journeying into an accidental poet.
Now I make some words scamper like fleas
And sometimes I make them stick like ticks
I also make the head chase the fluffy derriere,
Which unlike a dog’s own tail
Is combined into one, sort of like a prelude and a fugue.
Now I let the stray dog
Loose onto the nearby street
My name etched on the leather collar,
The fur combed into waves.
And I hear there are queues at the nearby vet
Begging for a Rabies injection.
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Published by Curiosity-driven life (Dilantha Gunawardana)
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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