Kit Kelen #658 - plinth

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plinth

idyll summoned for the autumn moon

stairs of a tall wind

forest full of gopis

whom Krsna calls

the years in their after each following

breeze through a window first

stream and wheel

and water falling

sing skin

thunder

and then rain

slower

the turning

slower

a net of wires

clouds catch

tinkle where a goat is

and donkeys

fence tethered to a higher pitch

scythe, sickle

plough and

fewer implements

smoothed to time

clouds drift

like stone come from

shone mist

girls churning the sea of milk

shell to circumcise

the army of monkeys come to assist

come back to me

stars of a tall wind

this last night

footprint of the Buddha

shows what we deal with here

what but eye to climb?

all of a singing sky

a moment

and the Earth's moved

we're a long way gone