it must of been for Gaura Purnima a gold cape with trims combine follow the pleats as they roll along but you may never see parasol effulgence again giridhari's skirt full as full can be watching how the pleats bounce all the way to Srimati gandharvika's sari let them work their way into your life marigolds and roses in the leis that smile at all through surya puspa faces cycle babble and i in the autumn afternoon weave through racers, errand runners and beasts to the point of the hook by the beach spinning thru sunny cove between the lakes to the tennis park the harbor to the corner thru downtown where the monque used to jump swinging by seymour's museum couldn't believe what we saw four guys pedaling rickshaws ashte ashte was all we could say circling the spinner's church where people twist and shout back over beach hill and thru the round about left at the corner then between the lakes pitch groundskeepers were giving it a rake respecting ratha-bhojana-vrksa following gurudeva's shiksa the kernel of divine love welcomes us back arms raised "lord above!" eezenee performed a ceremony of bells that rattled the rooftops and rebounded in the dells silk so soft gold and yellow the nightdress has always been really mellow