Monday, May 30, 2011

Profit

the veins
on the back
of the arm
of a rickshaw
puller
have
risen
like flags
fluttering
in the
useless
wind
gaining on
the day
by
inches
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2 comments:

  1. Wine and WordsMay 31, 2011 at 8:53 AM

    Wonderful bookends on this poem. They both scorched my imagination!

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  2. adityaMay 31, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    Thank you for your windfall comment Wine and Words.

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