The dark girl in red shirt resumes her swim in the park air ,what a lark!


Beyond the iron-spiked building

The sun spread his crimson wares

In the eye of the sky a broken moon

Pales into clichéd insignificance.


But the man in sun-cap

Has other things in mind-

Not the street vendor sun 

Nor the cliched  pale moon.

He has put on the sun-cap

With that kind of a sun-cap 

One does not fail to notice

Dark computer girls in red shirts

Gliding in the park space

In syncopated music

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