bird poo on head
the Buddha still
still
counting his days
on two and a half octaves
of the bansuri
on the distant notes
of a bamboo flute...
descends dusk
on a clothesline...
a hen pigeon
missing her surname
on a potters wheel
yet to take final shape
child bride
taro leaf...
a mountain waltzes
in a droplet
belated wishes...
taking time to write
the right words
dawn light
how it fills nests
of night birds
*Image of Meditating Budhha via Wikimedia Commons
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