micropoem

Sandalwood mala at 4:00 am
soft voices splash on the street
rain lingers in the air.

The beads pass
but sleep has flown;
gulls are laughing.

slightly expanded >140-character version:

Sandalwood mala at 4:00 am;
soft voices splash on the street,
rain lingers in the air.

The beads slide
but sleep has flown;
above the trees
hoarse gulls are laughing.

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It looks like a beautiful studio space - a space to think and to work. I am sure that you two will be at home there.