I Remember India


Tea kettle shifts on the electric burner
Tara searches for her morning kittie treats
lines of water fall down the steam left on the bedroom
window from my shower.
Ears pulse to the whirring of the refrigerator.
Morning doves coo-coo, coo…coo-coo, coo…
New stick of champa from it’s box, already sweet and thick before lighting.
Pink lighter flicks a flame.
Light the incense.
Set an intention.
The line of smoke makes it’s own design.
I remember India.


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