He mused and mused
and mused on my
neon moon and torched
the glowing filaments
in hundreds of thousands
tiny splinters and painted
darkness and covered
his sun face under dark
smokes of clouds...
Amused, I am left
with only tiny candles
on my platen to light
my idioms....
July 1,2009
GAYATRI NAMBIAR
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