cloudy laptop toting sunday,
sinuous leeching on the filmy
recede of a bandwidth of stares
at the narrowed credence of
red plastic bags full of coffee
and camphor, shifting texts
midst the current's tide
whispers on the breeze down lazy narrow lanes of jasmine, clove and sweet hydrangea
troy harris | ascetic-arts curator, researcher, poet, painter | gentle penetration | the sritantra project | links |
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20061217
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