a coin in harish's pocket

through a football-field gap in the clouds
sunrays kiss the ground, a blade midfield
swings in anticipated ecstasy

birds heading home pause,
wonder

the ground parched, love-torn
void in the sky
horizon to horizon
save a lonely football-field sized cloud
lazily floating

i trace its shadow on the ground
and look for lost lovers' faces on its sides

discreetly tiptoeing away time
sublimely assures thoughts and faces
conjectured and ensconced
float away into unpredictable morrow
scattering thirsty nightmares
and smiling dreams
in its un-repenting wake

as harish fidgets