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.
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