Capturing the Vision

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Crisp and bright
Each new evening presents itself
Earlier than the last
Tonight, a rare, ripe moon
Looming full above the trees, as if through binoculars.
This month, life is syncopated in a different way-
Days no longer filtered through the frenetic mesh of Facebook and mindless TV,
but loud with leaves of lemon yellow and windblown light.
In the chilled darkness of morning, we gather to sing and dance, tracing circles in the air.
Lining up in suits and saris, some in school uniforms,
Carving out those precious twenty minutes to gaze upon your form,
Our eyes, like sensitive photo paper, absorbing this light, capturing the vision of your lotus face,
before the clock strikes eight,
and we scatter like blown straws,
praying to return.

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