Sunday, March 24, 2013

a stack of turtles

seemingly stationary
like a stack of turtles
the evening clouds remind me

of the sea
the night after a season's first storm
a neem tree that looked naked

yet all seems to be not lost
as the stack of turtles slide
to let in

a half-dead light
and we start to search
for leaves missing

one two three
like infants we love to count
our happiness

how much rain could make a puddle
and how many puddles must coalesce
to make a river

our river
our sea

the neem sways its head
does it want an answer

turtles in the sky chase a dying sun

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