Mosquito fires

This one was egg-head in hair,
Sleeping in bamboo- curtained
Space that had tiny sun chinks,

And a sun rose and set in them
Till sun finally exploded on bat
On a small mosquito fire’s back.

We have no graves for flowers.
When they die, they burst in air.
No idea where to place flowers.

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