as we look at the outfit bought in Vrndavana we wish our eyes wouldn't blink anymore beholding the embroidered peacock feathers standing in the tailor's door i see my filagree chodder has become wrapped round the rickshaw walla's horn which draws attention to the rose and gerbera leis how they seem to dance and sway cycle babble and i are sprinting on the breeze of the afternoon tracing the beach between the lakes to the harbor soon in the park people playing on drums to a different beat than they usually do makes us think about getting back for the ceremony of the bells quickly round the bout to railroad bridge pall mall keeping the pitch on our left in a blast under the highway over pass the winding street taking us back ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees our palms fold gives us nod to say "you're good to go" kernel of divine love helps us along during the ceremony he bangs his gong in deep blue and yellow the lion laughs aloud waiting to see the mangle arati crowd