Adventures in India

This is an open journal of some of the things I see and think about while trying to find a place to live in India. It may or may not be interesting. I make no promises.

Wednesday, June 01, 2005

3 India Poems

The call to prayer
fills the air
at dusk.
The hawk ignores it,
already busy
filling the sky
with slow circles
of praise.

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The old brick layer
squats and lays
each brick where
it must go.

The World can sleep
safe tonight.

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The dhobi beats
my pants on a
large grey stone,
punishing neither
cloth nor rock.

Sometimes she
breaks a button,
then I am caught
in between
revelations.

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