Dried leaves strewn on the ground

Rolling like balls in motion
When the breeze hits the holes
In the veins pass the air
In drops and the dead breathe to laugh
Like a circus clown on a roller coaster

Dust restless on the cement floor
Settles on the grooves and the garden sands
Move on to the beaches where
Dogs crawl over their masters' footsteps
Digging holes to defecate
Throwing a shower of yellow around in circlets

Boat shaped petals hang in hesitation
On the branches not knowing their present
For colored days have passed
To the soil because it sucked juice through
Roots and licked the wind as syringes
Educe blood that dry in ruby drops

Clothes thin out in sheets like an anorexic
And make the first holes when stretched
Like rubber bands and the water makes them
Softer so they wear out like parts of a machine
Cells of hair, grey streaks bring nostalgic visions
To the eyes, lost songs to the lips once again 

 

December, 2002
Copyright, Saberi Roy 2007