Winter
winter dawn
a patch of clouds
blossom a bare tree
holding on
with what she left behind
winter moon
winter rain
the urge to feel
the newborn
full moon
winter’s stillness
in a soap bubble
uphill walking
she takes me into
winter clouds
winter deepens . . .
lungi shivering on
the beggar's face
on the rock . . .
the descent of water ends
winter's loneliness
winter twilight
homing mynahs
over my backstroke
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