autumn night filled with odd dreams and strange events what more can i ask for
Tag: monostich
summer still breathing down our necks we wait in sweat
the green parrot calls and we play a game of hide and seek amongst autumn leaves
the closeness of the moist soil against flesh how alike we are
a haze of strangeness lingers in the mind’s eye a mental cataract perhaps
listen and the river will speak its name now say it back
walks along the river gold an old god with a cloud of smoke for a face
disturbed by the harsh morning light river crows wail and scream
camera aimed at the cloudless sky waiting for a piece of soft
the tender burn of tongue as the flatbread melts and spices erupt from the curry
elancharan gunasekaran 