Two Poems
by Isha Mital
Fortune/Kairos
Out of the whiteness
of swans
on the lake’s
surface, only two gleam
in the face
of the dying sun.
Empty Vessels
When there’s nothing
To hold onto,
Cup your hands,
Like so.
Let streams run
Through.
Author Bio
Isha is a visual artist and poet whose work is vibrant, unapologetic, and endlessly evolving. Both her visual and written work has previously appeared in Sunday Mornings at the River, Where Meadows, Ink in Thirds Magazine, Full House Literary Magazine, SHINE International Poetry Series, Point Clear Press, Qwerty Quarterly and others.
Website: bio.site/ishamital
Instagram: @thoots.s
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