pier snail berths the morning sun
follows us through the wormhole autumn rain
dark before dawn the rain cools the scorched bed
mango tree drowns in drizzle and sparrow chatter
night corridor shadows on a witch hunt
sweeps the autumn night under the violet rug
the night moth demands a shot of soju
it is what it is in the throes of deep ecstasy
in the queue waiting for the bus autumn bees
caught in the act crows preening on lamppost
elancharan gunasekaran 