Friday, October 12, 2012


More than the jetlag
there are other things
that need getting used to

 when strangers ask
 you for directions
learn to turn the smile rueful
and announce like them
you may be lost too

it is fall in this country
and the leaves have turned
the colour of heaven
you want to touch them all
and count their veins

the sun is surprisingly warm
through the glass panes
and one of the lilies
placed in a square vase
on the dining table has wilted

in the restroom of a cafe
you run into the man who
will play the cello for
rumbustious numbers later
he asks you to pass the soap
‘first rule, hands need to be
clean before performing,’ and
our smiles collide in the mirror

some days are about the
smell of sameness

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