She thinks she now needs
Mom to braid her pigtails.

She gets ready for school,
School, temple, whatever.

You don’t think she does?
Mom missing eighty years?

Exaggeration or whatever.
It was just about seventy.

Please take her to the loo
Or shadows thereabouts.

She is quite urgent about
Clothes change,whatever.


Small talk has them unmoved

Walls have ears we whisper in,
Such that everybody can hear

You see white walls have ears.
The walls are hard of hearing.

Small talk is a lyric truth prose
You whisper into a wall’s ears

They are our dog-eared books
Unmoved by talk, small or big.


Back when there were horses
Before their carts, there were

Horseshoes for luck in school
With no homework on backs .

The horses have since bolted
To the Himalayas where they

Now climb us to phallic gods.
We are spared a city journey

Of putting cart before horse.
We run cars on horse power

But wishes have not stopped
An equine run even for a day.