For Ravi Shankar: This Is What It Was

Raga. Sun shifts as fingers on
sitar.
Ravi Shankar is dead.
Old women in dark clothes 
make it down the road through
a tabla of sounding rain

We know not sometimes
what effects us until it
has done so.

Play music in the cell phone
and breath while awaiting the
bus.

Pour honey onto bread at home
and think, this is what it was.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014



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