On Monsoon Birds

Outside my window

As the clouds mass black and gray

Women dressed in radiant saris,

Dance joyously under a Mahogany tree

The rainbow colors of their six yards

      collide and melt

spark like the thunder and lightning

            crossing, each other.

Peacocks, Cuckoos, Weavers

    tiptoe in ebullient delight ...sing, scream, balancing

and then....blush, in dazed air

A mingling of erotic, sensual, inviting spectre

   swells in wine-dripping air;

It's a mosaic work of art in a day of lightnings

for all the world to see.

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