I have seen your work in the Worm and have admired it and this poem does not
let me down either. Sally J
>From: Nancy Gandhi <[log in to unmask]>
>Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>To: [log in to unmask]
>Subject: Sub: Summer Afternoon
>Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 13:25:35 +0530
>
>Okay, here goes:
>Nancy
>
> Summer Afternoon
>
>Flies land and take off from my knee,
>run aground and sweating
>in a bright gul mohur’s shade.
>
>It’s too hot to swat them,
>too hot to think Tamil,
>talk vegetables with the cook,
>understand the maid’s tale
>of disaster on the roof.
>Our mouths open and shut.
>Decisions must be made.
>I’m dull as the red-jowled chameleon
>doing pushups on a branch.
>
>The gardener’s broom swishes
>underneath a neighbour’s singing lesson:
>An exactly quavered line repeated
>in a fainter, younger voice.
>Each phrase ends on a higher note
>like the slowly seeping day,
>just one more step, or maybe two, away
>from resolution.
>
>Nancy Gandhi
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