cooling weather

and we tremble as we speak

we dance in our stillness

at the cloud-woven sky

at the shy sun stealing

glances at the land

at the chirrup of small birds 

everywhere it is crowded out

there, how they sit on the sill

unaware that they’ve just

made me a moment

as I stare with a tea

at the cool wind

stirring date palms and

green neems so

they sway like they

understand

every reason to

celebrate 

 

 

 

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