Monday, May 14, 2012

cloudreams from the 4th floor apartment

I miss Idly
these small dense bits of cloud
(rice flour)
that crumble-melt gently in your morn-noon breakfast
by a cart
by a lazy river
smiles of mother and daughter by the cart
I sit on a plastic chair by the road
spicy coco sambar
red shirt and big hat

and life awaits..