Sunday, March 13, 2011


Watching the shafts
exhaled by headlights
move through the dust
towards a circle
of old men and
the peepal   next to them : total clean wood
I got run over by a car
but for R. who later said, "Again.
It took a moment for the year to occur".
Afterwards I nodded
to him. This is the essence
of time. It does not
grow on a tree.

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