the queen of the sky spigot has turned it on, has let down her liquid mane
we are dampening down on virginia's red earth
streams are spilling over. basements face flooding.
our telephone is out, or at least, is in and out. each time i pick up the receiver there is a new sound. pretty soon something is going to crawl out of the mouthpiece, perhaps a chinese authority or a giant grey cricket
the dsl is in and out too
hints of a himalayan year:
mouse, wires, giant bugs,
small boxy kitchen
rain outside open window
the humid shawl
tibetans at market
twisted branch tea house
the cobbled possibility
with few cows
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