Inside I'm he and outside I'm she and we've combine together. The Jagannatha cart taller than Lord Nelson's Tower and all the devotees singing Hare Krsna with hands extended to touch Gurudeva's lotus toes. Dressing Mahaprabhu and Radha Krsna waiting for the garlands to come and when they don't come then put them on at the vaikalika bhoga.
A race against the kala rupa. To the hospital turn over the river and to the redone road. The hog farm is there on the left and the gecko is being the chief cheerleader. i sprint by the bus with a couple of pedalers loading up their pedals on the front. Saint Dagwood's park under the bridge and then left past the dog's house. Up the railroad once again where a couple of cruisers are headed for the steamer's alley. i go right past a trailer park down to the circle road and the humble bhajan kutir of Bhakta Blade. i hear him call out "Hey Murka" but there's no time for a conversation if i'm to slide under the tag of the sandhya. On along to the natural bridge. Going beyond that is the homeless garden and turning back. A car makes the same manuver. Back to sprinting along the spinner's church road. Along and along i go and the railroad is empty today. Through down town passing the royal taj then the gecko is still leading the charge to get me back for the sandhya on time. At the next light i pull up behing one of the leading young folks. On his cell phone he doesn't see. Still as the light changes he not really sure if i'm a butler of the Lord. Then it's straight up the road to the farm fresh produce. Across the bridge over the dug up highway i see my friend sailing on ahead. Without knowing it he gets back minutes ahead of me who stays down for the sandhya.
On the breezy night with a sprinkle in the air the lion goes back deep within the far off jungle and take their rest tonight.