Endearing Indira: An Ideal Poem by Cretan Maineiac

Who's worthy? of an echo of fond
remembrance
enso's extended summer (once called Indian summer in the States)

that little something that lies
beyond
pristine glory

laughter under the heart (and over)
a *je ne sais quoi* key to the mystery that
spoke to me
this morning

illusive notes in words elusive as the horizon but
solid as heaven in
my palm

on-night
-enlightemment
- the art of living
- that pavement prophet

endearing Indira, poet
teacher,
translator

ethereal &
all-too-
Real

conjuring up that timeless aroma
joy and pain
that returns in turn alongside
the rain.