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…




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