Waiting for the solstice

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A huge baggage

I carry along wherever I go

while I'm awake

while having a meal

while going to the toilet

while I'm on the road

while I'm on anything

Everywhere

I take my baggage along.

A T   F O R T Y - T H R E E   D E G R E E

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Summer arrives uninvited
It comes along graciously
smiling with its yellow blinker
with plenty of water
with plenty of whiskey
As I wait for its leaving, fagging
The heat, its ugliness I watch
More surly it is 
than the candlelight consciences
that put the the mainland on a pedestal
at India Gate.


Summer and me
at forty-three degree,
Nothing is between us
but the blowing loo
And the sweat left me
to my own devices.