Wednesday, February 8, 2012

kannamma's mirage

three people sit together
started to talk and
exclude one because convenient
and call it friendship?
walking at dusk
dog threatened
two village women
came to rescue
exchanged few words
invited me home
from their scraggly rose bush
offered me
three divine roses
flowers in hair
rocks in hand
tears inside
caught in dying day
lost the way
cow herder pointed the path
'go safe'
luck is only with strangers?


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