Wind’s murmur through
channeling wall
brings voices:
my neighbors’ late dinner,
the weather broadcast,
the buzzzzzz….
maintenance pulls motorcycle
leaving behind the clouds of dust
the strain in the drain is fixed,
the water went into earthen womb
the restless day rolled
in the evening bowl
filled with stars, stories
of spying moon
with ebbs and flows of glory
in crispy air of burning runes
they dipped in erratic layers of
light concealed the truth
partly swallowed by hunting night
clinging to rain caboose
aware of fair fall fest
star fever gone at dawn
good place ,
spinning the fortune wheel
the heart pumping loud.
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