Saturday, December 17, 2011
Understanding
Then the river
Plunged
And our nudity
Laughed.
Afterwards, the tree shadows
Slept on the banks
inside each other
Thoughtless.
And the night
Interrogated our dreams.
The morning woke from the fog
and the sun
from the river
And smiled
indulgent.
Passing
1
Streetlights
wrapped in fog
The
pavement mistakes nine for zero
Tall
in dreadlocks and jeans
She
passes
I
turn to see her recede
The
appointment of our previous loves
Lost
in a turbulent crossing
poetry
of my youth
I
let her pass.
2
In
the auto queue
I
do not understand the exchange of eyes
The
breadth of her shoulders quiver
Her
fingers are restless on her friend’s
and
behind her back her fingers
speak
in Tamil
Inside,
her face flicks a turn,
and
again
And
my fingers seek darkness
At
our destination
I
pay my fare
She
waits
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