forty orange and blue pieces in Srimati Gandharvika's sari today seamstress told me she counted that way with the appliques on Mahaprabhu's cape leaving many a mouth a gape let's all go for darsana see the rose leis with surya puspas with sweet williams for fortune Mahaprabhu's love is scorchin' through the forest on the way to Vrndavan cycle babble and i are out on a hot afternoon careful of the red faced drivers who's fists are sometimes waving wanting cyclists and joggers to just go away around the sea lions rock cameras are flashing even though the hordes of tourists are only a few we go along the wilder trail with mountain men and others passing on through to return for ceremony of the bells we've got to get through the treacherous triangle where drivers swell sneaking along with stealth ratha-bhojana-vrksa is respected in health Mahamuni welcomes us from on the hillside where he goes walking while the thakuras wear their outfit like a pirate is talking pink and emerald green come to mangle arati and be seen have you seen Giridhari's peacock feather jacket? each of the feathers jewels sewn on by hand he quietly sits on the simhasana with the tails of that jacket floating in the air happily swaying with the full rose leis that hang round his necok as he plays so much fun going to the point today rounding the hook does our hearts good on serve at the tennis park over the harbor as we should round the corner and cross saint dagwood's river cooled down from a day ago now there's a shiver where there once was summer sweat tandems and racers are going along ratha-bhojana-vrksa ahead standing long branches rub together in song even the flowers are coming for the ceremony of the bells mi ray suddenly appears to pray for me knowing how far i've fell now in the silver green and purple thakuras prepare for rest turn out the lights