Foliage in abscission
Ants scampering sensing changes
In the ambient environment.
The days getting shorter, the nights
Made for love making, like a broth of soup
Heating on a flame.
The kites turn in for the season.
No more bright fireworks of the orbing sun,
The days get lazier and in the night,
You shuffle cards packs, and banter
Around a logwood fire.
On this brown-red horizon
Leafy parachutes drop from the sky,
Each a summer memory, a line-drawn sketch,
That like the veins of burgundy leaves
Is made to carry water, from ocular reservoirs
To doming hemispheres.
Throats carrying sentimentality
Eyes like gargoyles, gargling
Impressions of nostalgia
Solvating the doming eye,
Unhinging a trace of mercury.
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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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