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on soft spreads of summer evenings
Chintamani splits chilled beer with
the Sea on the Drive;
detail anonymous biographies,
roasted and salted with cut onions
and groundnut;
in zest of beery breath, takes the Sea,
shunning a long ago land,
a long ago people, a long ago........


pond herons waltz on circular, green,
Indian lotus leaves in a pond;
leaves dip and rise at every step unrolling
water drops;
the birds stamd still collecting water at
their feet;
fly off; no featherprints..........


on stone seats in the garden young and old
in meditative squats, eyes shut.