I look at the blue water
Sparkles in the moving water
Yellow moon hanging horizontal
I belong to that ancient community
Of craftsmen that chiseled grace and beauty
One stone at a time
I am of ancient ilk
Ancient Kannadiga
In pen and ink
Drawing blue waters
The flight of pigeons
Waiting people
Nursing cell phones
The line is moving
One wave at a time
Catch the wing
Against the light of the sky
As it disappears into the blue
From where I place my feet
I spot a hyacinth parakeet
Sea gull in flight
Drawing upon life
Working on the ideas
Rattling in the train
Ideas
Working the train
Working the
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