Saturday, September 24, 2016

A Song 91


A fresh red hibiscus,
an old man,
a few sparrows,
a myna,
nod heads.
A raindrop;
steps down
from hibiscus
to birds
to skin-head;
raindrops.
Old man is not
into culling flowers
for gods,
wife,
daughters.
A Sunday morning. 

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