Caught on auto yesterday morning. It was drizzling. The driver asked me a zillion questions. Where I worked, my marital status, whether I own my home, how much is the rent. He didnt ask my opinion on kushboo's comment thankfully. A bus splashed dirty water all over me. I miss the clean, wide roads and orderly traffic of California more than anything on a rainy day. Translation of a counter point poem.
Asphalt gleams. No
puddles, no troubles.
And no smell of earth.
Friday, November 25, 2005
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