Alphabet City

The birds, all types, begin

To sing together, but you must 
listen closely, slow 
to assemble, 

deliberate
polyrhythmic, 

complex
as Indian classical music 
only very largo

such is life

The air and the wind 
finger cymbals
and gods aroma 
is the urge to dance
upon sunlight 

isn’t the day then complete?

so simple to love 
was all after all

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Where worms
sleep in
early birds
catch nothing

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After the rain, the world is scented
holy, the incense of benediction

a burnt bergamot
pulls your core to its edge
within you is the petrichor
that too is there without 

are you still there
yet there, even after the rain?

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An old dog runs to a tree it can no longer scale

I turn from the bark, and for a moment, I’m a puppy again

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