Seamstress took Janmastami’s dress retooled it for radhastami
Added vests, a new skirt and veil
Do think anyone will know
It’s the same outfit with a couple of pieces gone?
She took away the sleeves put on vests
Made the devotees wait ‘till the curtain opened to see them
Hey look all the roses in the lot
Pick them early in the morning with a flashlight
Hugging the Thakura’s forms making them look so hot
In the afternoon when there came a call for pedaler’s jam
Murkha and I pedaled to the Main Street and take the left. The descent past the wharf and post office the lion’s park is quiet today pedalers are out thinking rain is on the way over up the snob hill into the village past a hut pedaling along the beach not so many sufferers today since it’s a weekday seventh avenue leads on to Main street I take leave there and Murkha goes right over the first highway and talks with a few friends on the highway over Main street to the long and winding bowing to the Ratha-bhojana-vrksa to chase the kalarupa to the sandhya to be greeted by the Kernel of divine love
Play the karatals for the evening program how good does it feel the thakuras drink keela khir all night long and dance beneath the moon

The incense filled the air
Led to the nath mandir to see the thakuras there in “Yantra Puri”
One of the locals asked if it were really true
there was no ghee or dhood in Gauranga potatos
Touring all along “the land” thoughts drift to Govardhana
saw so many picking roses, hyacinths and sumanas flowers
to be made into the leis by one
Perhaps they too are flower children
Private Muni said to Murkha and I
If you don’t go out pedaling today you’ll be sorry
A fixed gear freak was up ahead on the main street
When Murkha and I dropped him he began to worry
Swung around by the harbor where the boats were in their ports
A parliament of sufferers in their wet suits
Were shooting the curl
and deep within their minds they are world class performers
om Parmahamsa thakura finished his rounds before dressing
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari in their “Prahlad-a-dad that was offered for Nrsimha Caturdasi and now they enjoy like anything all night long.
As Murkha is coming up the long and winding
He bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa one time more
When a parishioner in a motor palanquin
And leans out the driver’s side door
Graceful lady in a suntan Punjabi capped by a chocolate scarf
Smiles, giggles and raises both arms
Exclaims “sraddhavana jana hey!”
He answers the same
Continuing trying to beat the rain
As she pulled away another team came
And would you believe?
They asked if they could take darsana and what was this outfit’s name
“the limit of cleverness” he said
Giridhari always has surprises especially when
Pedalers come for darsana to see their long lost friend
And as they go they say they can’t wait to come again
Well pedaling the long and winding with the leis
Made for today
The purple hyacinths and roses smell so marvelous
Permeating the natha mandir’s air
The pujari picked them up laid them on their shoulders and hair
and tonight everyone’s best friend wears “o dear dough” the pale green and silver that looks sees feels just like the day it was offered as they go on enjoying like anything