7
In a brief clearing
above an underworld of headless roots,
he sees a tree divide its parts
to bird, insect, sky,
locked to its reflection
by its wrist.
Exile’s a broken axle.
Goes back (to where
whose travels cannot home?)
goes back to where
a mirror shakes in recognition.
— Adil Jussawalla, an excerpt from the first part of Missing Person.
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