Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Parra Nights





Screams of delight
throaty & muffled
may be by a deviant bird
or two

float-jumping from leaf to leaf
as these gusts shake the peepul tree
& our hair & our world
turn wet

see-sawing on creepers
in this night
when we are lifted into the moon
drenched by timely rains

not reaching anywhere
in final conclusion
hands grasping at phantoms
shifting vapors into self-releasing mirages

never holding never denying

who can state
who can claim
to have finally reached
the shore
that is safe

on the other side
beyond heaven

 

 


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