Cowbells

2014-03-21-0912(0)

A million cowbells
in a slow paced clippety clop
come drawing along;
spilling clumsily out
from Time
into the bylanes
of this bulging city
a bullock cart!
And there she recedes
sitting so easy,
into the late afternoon sun…
Summer playing
bright orange;
the kanakambaram flowers
fluttering
against her oiled black hair…

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