Washed Only That Evening Poem by umashankar manthravadi

Washed Only That Evening



washed only that evening
newly hung glass lamp shades
freely swinging
dimly incandescent
against an orange sunset

the sea restless in its evening tides
but soft at this distance
and occasionally silent

time comes in uneven chunks
raw-edged
[the granddaddy bulb
not replaced since the house was built
refused to come on
but only for a moment]

in how many places since
have I seen these birds
gathering for their twice yearly migrations?

July 13,1993

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umashankar manthravadi

umashankar manthravadi

kakinada, India
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