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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.











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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.








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