Thursday, March 05, 2015

long way home

to an unknown edict
well advertised in mahogany
and brass, garden, wicket gate
ye size of people laughing, playing
striped in evenly spaced shadow
dappled in sunshine,
floodlit to ward winter
earth beneath our toes
marble when it snows
and I return to where I started
trying to move latitudes
with the Maruti at the gate
and ocean in the morning

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