I end up at the same place
where I had lost myself.
I call out to me, go looking to find
those bones I had set on fire,
traces of self I had left behind
into the ether as rising smoke.
How do you find old smoke?
How do you know where it travelled?
The kite skips into the sky.

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Chumki Sharma is a poet from Calcutta, India. She is a 2017 semifinalist of the Vignette Collection Award from the Vine Leaves Press, Melbourne and her collection of poems Shape of Emptiness has been published by them in September 2017.