Cuckoo coo-hoos the evening away
Clouds shift like vagabond tepees
Eucalyptus sways to the song of winds
Befalls the night in raven tress.
The horizon is still a riot of colours
And a lone moon hangs on
To a thought miles away
Smiling to bear its solitude.
(On seeing the moon at Hangzhou dusk, 2007)
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