fields, parcels of land
arranged in neat patterns
land flattened out
over time
falling away on one side
in steps or steppes
in the open field a scarecrow
while in the train
a man holding an old silver kettle
calls out: chai chai
a stiff breeze
& in a dusty paddy field
three cows, eat on small stalks
gathering up crumbs
from the last harvest
feeding with my soul on seasons gone
outside, further along, a lone large tree
a centre piece
in an open plain
inside, a man lies sleeping
on a luggage rack
in a gritty coach
packed with humans
haitia-patna express
loping
on fast legs
to pundag
Ron
budd