Sunday, 6 November 2011

From McLeodGanj, 24/10/2011, early morning

I
Closed palms counting what the open hands contain
Phalanges figuring heads by the dozen
When pointing fingers can only tell ten


II
As I lay floating above the treetops
Tawny eagles swooshing underneath my feet
- This morning's chai tastes really sweet!
 

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