Thursday, June 02, 2011

The sky four shades of charcoal
wind whips the gulmohars
rain!
mrignayni waits by the window
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Frangipani, cloud in blue sky
The sea beneath - a glittering carpet
One could get used to this lifestyle
indolent
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Chilled room
Incisive suits, sharp questions
The ocean generous, past the French windows
I better sit with my back to the view
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Old ruin of a mansion, but what a mansion
Curving staircase, vast porch, balustrades
What a grand place this must have been
The nameplate faded, tattletale

1 comment:

Beth said...

Had to look up "gulmohars." Think it's what folks in Miami call Royal Poinciana (flame tree) -- beautiful.

I really like the way you trail away in the last line -- very evocative.