Wednesday, 7 July 2010

this fountain, crowned
with summer's regal splendour,

sputters on our bench.
in the shade of birds

fluttering as a sari in breeze,

you fan lashes
over impossible eyes.

watermelon bright, we go
meandering the locks

to aforetime
whilst i

slant up my maps,
tacked to plot the skies,

and am thankful
for the clarity

of our polite englishness.

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