After the Burundian percussionists have bowed goodnight
The heating in the car is reliably annoying:
On an island between traffic lights,
The rigid swaying of the reeds is silly, I tell my passenger.
Something has gone missing here.
Akbar Hussain was born in Delhi and currently resides in Ottawa. He is at the close of a tremendously satisfying adolescence, and his poems are accordingly bittersweet. He enjoys being right, dislikes lettuce in sandwiches, and recently got a law degree from McGill University in Montreal.