House sparrows nervy,
squirrels jumpy,
Old Man sips sleep under a
laburnum,
Lady, below a banyan,
on torn yoga mats
of Tuka and Kabira,
on Karuna Road,
a Karuna rap.
Check out on migration of souls,
(time to do so)
with Tuka and Kabira.
'In our times we migrated,
Earth did not,'
said they,
as Lady cupped teas to Old Man.
Living separate friends,
dislike relocation.
Old Man reveals a goings aways
of trees,
grass,
seas,
hills,
birds,
animals.
Said Lady,
modern times,
unwanted, go.
Tuka,
Kabira,
want to be back.
No way.
Karuna
lost
on Karuna Road.
A divorce signed and sealed.
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