Devotees everywhere thought I would
call this one “little red riding hood”
but with black and white added it changed the mix
in hood of the highest bhajana a young man once said
“I shall not fight” and spoke no more
in that hood a king met friends from the village
service is so necessary there who can deliver
gets the most remuneration
leis of wild and free style with petals and eucalyptus
pedaling along the long and winding road past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to crossing the main street to the southland where the highway is spaced cyberly. Lots of people talking of things to come while pedalers were bundled for the chill factor around the campa hatti to the village and around the point of the hook where the cruisers are absent thinking the rain is returning and the cold won’t leave them alone back to the wharf road under the first highway to the long and winding where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees Murka bow his head and chase the kalarupa to the sandhya where the rabbits are greeting him.
Under the chodders and partly cloudy skies for their dancing this evening in the baby blue outfit. They dress quickly and wait for the lights to go out so they can start the night pastimes.