Sunday, March 22, 2009

on meeting a mango tree.

a peculiar yet familiar smell
distracts me from operation
of a moto nearly missing a mange dog
and plowing into a sweet mango tree
Nandun and I lay sideways in the
dirt of a cricket field
laughing profusely
of our near fatal encounter

life is but a joke, a jest of wits,
a harmless poke.

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