Saturday, December 20, 2014

Poems: 2 in Dharamsala


1.  Currents


Thin tail

graceful

ascending

redface

wall

hundreds watch



along silvery pipes

the Dalai

finding the roof



bangggging an awning

Lha



on the way out


2.  Triund


Clouds come down

graying the mountains

the eagle


soars through the rain

hiding the snow

circling


gray sea


vanishing 


into mist

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