After rain,
grey fields of
water
soaked garbage lies sweltering in the damp earth
brown rivers carry floating white plastic that arrest the eye, sail and are
caught meshed in the fingers of low plant forms
After rain,
pools quiver, reflecting disillusioned trees, and mangled cables stretched across
water
fills the labours of road work,
forever begun on the verge of the rains,
that hacks at bough and living root
Unbalanced on her man-mutilated roots
the beautiful red tree
defenceless
against the once conquered
monsoon
lies on her side,
her
limbs
sprawling
reached
across the wide grey road
defeated.
20 July 2007
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