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Sayonara Clouds & Mekong Whiskey
Saranyu whispered ‘Sayonara’,
Then took dawn train to Kathmandu.
She left me with needle & thread
To sew my love into seams of a
Pillow’ed cumulonimbus, thus
Satnav cloud to trail o’er oceanland
As streamed pearls
Swimming around neck.
No planes in her steaming sky
No moon reflection in heaven river:
Arrows bend back to earth.
In sight, beyond sunset shrouds,
Cadaver fingers trickle midday vapours
Smoking orchards to nicotine yellowed.
Branches beg for fruit to ripen, to unburden
Shoulders of nature, cleanse the swing of rope.
A passing cloud rains indigo -
Cleaver entrails of insipid skies -
To ink sari hem and cleavage
Betwixt hills and nations.
Behold
The passing cloud
Foretold
The cloud passing
Then took dawn train to Kathmandu.
She left me with needle & thread
To sew my love into seams of a
Pillow’ed cumulonimbus, thus
Satnav cloud to trail o’er oceanland
As streamed pearls
Swimming around neck.
No planes in her steaming sky
No moon reflection in heaven river:
Arrows bend back to earth.
In sight, beyond sunset shrouds,
Cadaver fingers trickle midday vapours
Smoking orchards to nicotine yellowed.
Branches beg for fruit to ripen, to unburden
Shoulders of nature, cleanse the swing of rope.
A passing cloud rains indigo -
Cleaver entrails of insipid skies -
To ink sari hem and cleavage
Betwixt hills and nations.
Behold
The passing cloud
Foretold
The cloud passing
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