dark days are ice for goggle eyes. I'm
not Kiwi, do not sprint to summer lights
nor beach nor glarey suns and seas
the day mints like a hill station - punchgini
dark fungal, the mist is an ice cream flavour
we have arrived atop a mountain
six hours from Bombay through
rural Maharashtra and perus and oranges
sold with salt and spice
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