Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Indecision

There is a gentle rustle 
In the coconut frond 
Our hand fans fail to 
Stir the wind around 
Outside , in the garden 
The squirrel runs up the tree 
Soon a half-eaten guava 
Falls to the ground 
This very moment 
We don’t understand 
We want to participate 
We are unable to decide .

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