the wasp is still; the wasp jinks erratically. pilgrims break sanctity.
Wasp Moves [Haiku]
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Monthly Archives: April 2023
Scent of Incense [Haiku]
scent of incense from a remote temple; has someone died?
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Bougainvillea Bright [Haiku]
from the dark, cool room, the sunlit bougainvillea burns shapes in my sight
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Seasons [Free Verse]
I I remember Spring: tight and tender buds, soon to blossom clouds -- low & swollen, & rain scent in the air
II I remember Summers: the season of freedom... and mosquitoes, but, also, fireflies exploration & calamine lotion
III I remember the Fall: harvest time Grain chaff in the air axle grease on the wind Canadian geese Honk-Honk-Honk-ing in wedge formation
IV
I remember winters:
snow days
snow drifts
the feel of the first morning
of the season in which
one woke up to a blanketing snow,
having gone to bed with
pathetic matted grass
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DAILY PHOTO: St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Pune
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Night Colors [Free Verse]
It's dark. But the neon burns, and bright signs color the night, and that color shines against wet surfaces. The color seems to float, and when I walk past it shifts, morphs, and flows, becoming alive. And it -- those bright primary colors -- might just be creeping towards me like a killer kindergarten clown. I turn to see the colors swirling, swirling but not advancing. I stare into the color paisleys as they dance yin-yang do-si-do's around the puddle. I'm entranced & soothed, and no longer fear the colors will attack, turning me vibrant.
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