
Amidst tweeting birds
clap-clapping of the boardwalk
I run towards peace

Amidst tweeting birds
clap-clapping of the boardwalk
I run towards peace

Smearing of orange
staining all of horizon
sunrise is child’s play

Wonderfully calm
sunrise on an empty beach
board-waxing surfer

Like giant towers
city centre attractions
lies—hidden, not gone

Long and lanky ghosts
standing still outside my bus
brittle and leafless