Saturday, March 29, 2008


Asleep in the city
on a bed I've called my own for too long
noise at three in the morn. Was it
coyotes, or just stray dogs howling? Groggy eyes
catch the sodium glow through the panes
iIllusion a : I'm lying under a full moon
primal sounds of a jungle surrounding me
distant lights of Kalimpong across the mountain ridge
and a stony river runs through it all.
A little cold.Then you
turn over, mumbling
place your foot over mine.

Next I blink, I smell teacups
morning sounds, muffled
the peacock is heard nowhere,
only a lone cuckoo from the Amaltas
singing out of tune.
I am wearing an absent minded smile to work today.

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