Hum… Of something, Perhaps Silence
Birthday girl… Can’t stop giggling. Or talking
Quiet. Lurking around corner… Chaos of India
Ginger. My fingers still Smell fresh
Fat waiter. Can’t wait… We ignore
Suddenly. Away from home… Feel mindless
mornin’ snooze with fuzziness… hair in my nose
Full moon. In my ears… Cricket songs
Evening walk On same path… My pants so low
Beckon. From stormy distance… Crimson clouds
Trickle… Another bead of sweat I sense this clear
dogs snoozes… except this one farts in his sleep
Crushed… Memories remain Pigeon on the road
dog beds! making most of it… the Cats
Raindrops… On giant leaves I look closer
Suddenly. Back to basics… S-u-r-r-e-a-l
After 6 weeks… At home Chockcherries now ripe
Lava bowls… In its darkness Red soup
Silence… In its beauty. I listen
Quiet… Of same place. Then more quiet
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