i think i know this afternoon
particularly handsome...yet so benign
i think he is returning home this afternoon
humming his favourite tune...
an urban traveller...
through those streets
partially shadowed by buildings
with overhanging dreams
spread neat by women
of those dwellings...
on the rails of balconies
in shapes and colors
varied yet so similar
like afternoon soaps
seen after a lunch at home
munching a few chopped betelnuts...
so similar in theme
yet varied sure...
i think i know this afternoon
a siesta like tune playing soft in the breeze...
and he returning home
the urban walker...
after his work ends early for the week
a saturday half...
half warm kind...
with winter on the wane...
Saturday, January 19, 2013
waning winter afternoon of a saturday...
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