Wild things

Instead of from a green bench let  this day be of wild things. The peace of wild things. Key press devilry- piece of wild thongs.

Here I hide from a large sun behind a small tree . Tree carries a rag’s tag of some one’s colourful saree waving in the breeze. Saree might have had a baby swinging in the breeze while mom was carrying bricks  in her head.

A crow caws a wild thing of peace. Another summer coming.

On the walk back are six puppies crossing the road.  A man is sitting ,outside his canvas shack ,in a three-legged chair ,sipping tea.

A peace of wild things shall prevail
With another summer coming on us.
Another summer’s wild things come
Floating as shadows in its rivulets.

Another summer will soon be on us
And it will occupy us in its shadows.
To the people who are asking next ?
We say another summer is coming.

Referring to Wendell Berry’s beautiful poem The Peace of Wild Things)



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