paver
stones shine in the setting sun
and
low and mellow the sun shines off the tar
and
off dusty leaves and glistening crows and
off
the rooftops and bonnets of passing cars
the
peepal leaves flutter in the shadows
in
the halo of burning light around my head
stretched
across the pavement beneath the tree
and
around my foot swinging off the dusty parapet
on
my left my rucksack leans against me
as i sit waiting hunched over my book
and
on my right slumped up against me
sits
the dog with six toes on his hind foot
the bats feed at the fig and now it’s the
streetlights
that throw shadows framed by windowpanes and eaves
and next to the open door on the wall behind your
tv
i once again have a halo of fluttering leaves
that evening’s long gone and huddled asleep
must be the crazy crows that madly soared
there’s a long night before me and well
i’m just a little more lonely than before
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