She comes into the temple we all know her
Still with their ever-compassionate gaze they look her over
She sees the outfits first at one then two then all three
She calls me over and asks me about the colors of the dresses
I said no they don’t have yellow and red
So I promised I’d plant the idea in the seamstress’ head
She asked me what I’d call it
“I’ll have to let it come to me later when it does you’ll understand”
Two leis are made by a trusted stand-by the other by a guest star
Roses, begonias sumanas and other fun flowers combine today
It’s a day for remembering as Murkha and I pedal along Main Street through the car parks and over the first highway. The next is the dvitiya campa hatti on the right then the high school in the valley left around the hospital curve sprinting to wave to the bear. Entering the spacey thoroughfare at the navapatra. A big top of till a ma twok outside. There some interesting rigs are tethered. Painted over fixed gears, recumbent creations, beaters, and the usual road and mountain types. As time draws nigh I take leave but Murkha takes a long way home the wharf road under the first highway to the long and winding answering the clarion call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he races with the kalarupa to the asrama greeted by scattering hares.
After this evening baby blue gets some help on Monday nights. Yeah there’s a name for the tirthas of the world and this one’s baby blue the color of the maths where the Ganga doesn’t flow. The Thakuras dress up in this one and dance the night away enjoying the warming night.