Naturist by Ramesh Dohan

During a season

of black sycamores

Bare feet crackling earth

As his zipper clasps

In its shadows

I relearn my steps

I am left to pick

Pines leaves from

My shirt

The air grabs

My lapel

We don’t hold hands

or speak to each other

and disclaim today

as an expedition.

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Ramesh Dohan hails from the city of Toronto. He earned a BA from the University of British Columbia. His poetry often slips into quirky, tender, or profound observation on the everyday, reading and writing, and poetry itself. He has also seen his poetry published in several literary journals including South Ocean Review (2007), Osprey Journal (2008), Boston Literary Magazine (2011), Ascent Aspirations (2011), Bywords Journal (2012), Allegro Poetry Review (2015), and VerseWrights (2015) & Bosphorous Review of Books (2021)