India

(for Kelly....she knows why)

Somewhere in India,

I have the long black hair of many incarnations.

Somewhere in India,

I carry a jug on my head, steadied with one arm--

The other

Exists to display my many bracelets.

I have a bindi,

And eyes like the river at night, reflecting torches--

Men are humbled.

Somewhere in the tall, dozing grass,

A tiger admires my sari--

There is a flash, like an instant sunset...

Days are passing in a lovely shade of orange.

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