Saved every fifty paisa
as the empty green bus wend its way
I could feel my sock curve below my ankles
my feet out of the shoe
My imagination a canvas
a collage
ideas , pictures , hugs ,bonds
I pirouette on the sand
draw perfect circles on the sandy mud
kick each pebble like snooker balls
on a blank road
neighbourly dogs sniff my box , lick my face say hello
Each house an unopened book waiting to unfold
I leap up high to pluck the Gardeners Trumpet
waiting to toot like a cat on the brown brick wall
My pig tails one still obedient braided ,
the other untamed let loose
I clink open that metal lick, the yellow gate swings open
tramp the yard
sit on the third cold step
dreaming, plotting, planning, visualizing
of her in a pink sari