21st June '13
I’m stuck around the corner
so stuck I cannot move
a wedge is there
sharp and pointed and hurting
I’ll wear a gown of feathers blue and fly to you
all the soothing soothe
in the brooding mood
down down down
underwater
I’ll wrap a saree of scales green and swim to you
let the wind blow
let the storms wail
I’ll journey still
godspeed
I”ll grow a cloak of mane chestnut-brown and gallop to you with wind in my
hair