Monday, February 2, 2015

SHE #3


To think of her is to listen to Desert Rain (Indian Ocean)

You marvel at sheer possibilities, infinite avenues
Of harmony, of life, of having a life
Through the murky clogged canals
Of incentives, emi's, debts and raises
(A desolate moonlit night, a brook and a raft)
She wafts through, butter under knife.

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