whenever comes the second ekadasi day there's always plenty to say thakuras wear this dress in different ways every color in the rainbow leis of roses and marigolds white roses pop so very bold cycle babble and i see the racers on the gulch we tag along free and easy some days we're able to hang around creeping up hills hammering down visiting sufferer thakura he has no leis all the while remembering every color in the rainbow natural bridges where gulls have came and went a few cyclists pedaling recumbent one says it makes him slow on the winding road birds and trees at hand singing out when they land watching carefully while we can before the quail tweets "you're home cycle babble!" ceremony of the bells starts on time voices applaud while karatalas chime last arati they'll be wearing every color in the rainbow purple and orange tonight a dress with which Mahaprabhu's dhoti is white dancing in moonlight's glow