New Leaf

New leaf I dream of sleeping in a bed of rose petals like an Indian potentate waiting for his favourite concubine. I know as I wait the petals will be crushed cling to my body and the bed will stink of decay. I drive my motorbike across the Alps, the cows don`t bother to look up they have seen elephants. I Swiss hotels are expensive and cold and smell of edelweiss, but I don`t care, not since I bathed in the Ganges. In India there is a temple for rats, I like to go there it may cure my fear of rodent. Jasmine flowers are permanent virgins only open up at night when the world sleeps. I will not change any plant for my almond tree it flowers every winter and I dream of snow