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Now is a proof of waking alive at dawn ,
A light that floats from crack in my roof

And drops of rain that texture windows,
Dry leaves flying in the face of the wind.

Now is a fragment of time set in this me,
A space attached to a fragment of time.

Goldenrod and daisies shall wither.
Autumn rain shall blow over them.
All fragrant flesh withers and falls.

The globe will spin and turn warm
By a degree on the water’s margin.
A pass passes, knows not whither.

(A top environmentalist who has falsely claimed the Himalayan glaciers will melt by 2035 due to human activity has recently been accused of making a pass at a lady colleague.)

I hear soft sound of dream
On footpath,near food cart,

That food cart is dreaming,
In its rain soaked tarpaulin

With muffled dream sound
And a smell of eaten food.

Sea is alive with waves bursting
And fish at usual frisking about.

Let a sea blow a vaunted glory
With the beach agog with men

Who are still alive after waking
Along with a new sun and you.

In a darkness of our corners
In the nooks of conversation.

Mosquitoes make our place
A defining landscape of life

A passing landscape like rain
That alternates with the sun.

There was no wind in the trees,
Only a moist and eerie darkness
And the toad wet and sexed up.

Drainpipe’s gurgles would go on.
Toads were in love in these lines
In steady triplets of lame rhyme.

We make do with a night
When we take light sleep
And enact small dreams.

We make do with the day
And night when it closes
And there is another day.

You wake up, upbeat on cracker
That went off on sleeping mind.

Someone had decided to marry
Over a loud splutter of a cracker.

You are alive and lightly upbeat,
Another day , another marriage.

The sea has next in the sky
And a boat next to nothing.

Boat has men’s silhouettes,
Next to a blinding new sun.

Men are the day’s creatures
The bodies next to nothing.

In the morning , I walk by the sea
To feel what it is like another day.

Men’s silhouettes stand on beach.
A sun flowers behind their backs.

I start yet another day by the sea,
Under the gray cloud-scarred sky.