I walk these streets in water maps ,rice powder designs , dogs lying in knots , girls with sleep in eyes,tooothpastes dribbling in mouths moms violently wake up to school.

I walk them and my metaphors fly as obscure words , as fears in belly,connections discovered , decisions to be reversed on reaching home.

Dogs in knots have now to get up walking slowly to the other corner .They go back to sleep in new knots their dreams intact,sleep resumed.

Shadows walk on hills to be lifted as soon as clouds pass and eagle.The clouds then walk on our roofs and trees dancing to autumn wind.


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