Non-Erotic PoetryIndian SummerHe tows the wind with a dragonfly
Red string grasped in brown hands
feet skipping bare in afternoon grass
Tunic billowing about knees
Sunkissed children chase after
Tumbling under cotton clouded sky
Wind chime laughter tickling and soaring
dandelion silk parachutes melding with curls
Men different shades of brown
Speak of prospects profits and polytheism
Splashes of Sapphire gin and tonic
Women trade family secrets
Corn on the cob potato salad and chapatis
Splashes of milk and spice
He carries a child on each shoulder
One on his back
one hugging each leg
sings them sunset stories about tigers
When a woman
Drops by on a God-given mission to spread tolerance
And love
They laugh and serve her homemade ice cream
A brilliant Indian summer
Later, her unclenched fist will release ashes
First to the Ganges
Then to the Hudson
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