Sunday, March 6, 2011

brown peacock dancing in my mug


as i blow into the tea to cool it, 
a depression for the body 
and a fluttering ripple
moving outward
pulsating rivulets and waves and depressions.

i will kiss the soles of your feet

with their lap-slap slippers
and the uneven
फत फत
on the half wet ground.