letting my memories unmoored in the evening breeze
scattered collages of the days bygone.
the sweaty long day getting a cordial hug from guest gust
I will wash it off with the reservoired water–humid but cold.
summer is in the mid; monsoon is still paces away.
the roof is still warm; room is humid
I shall go and have that bath to wash the sweat off…
I shall have the water to ease my nerve–desolated…