SEPTEMBER 1981
(from AVADHA 1986)
This is the time of the masked-corn,
it’s there everywhere.
Glowing coals in the open stove,
peeled corn-spikes on live coals.
The local train that had stopped at the station
continues to wail.
A buffalo here,
a stubborn boy over there.
Careful!
Flying sparks!!
In another half hour darkness will envelop
the desolate street.
Somewhere in some place,
another corn-field is priming for harvest.
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