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Another Word for It

Different blues
in sky and waves.
The cloud hums a dream
of eyes open.
So what will this day be like,
this garment of moments?
The ball of thread
that knits time
taps the sleepy stones.

There may be a better way
to say this
some other day.

 

28.5.2001
From ‘Patthar Ho Jaayegii Nadii, Stone-River

 

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