The Motion In Motive a virtual chapbook of poetry and prose AND A WORK IN GRAPHIC PROGRESS

Sun Dial

Prasanna Surakanti
[spras425@gmail.com]

In the cubicle,
with the artificial light,
I cannot tell the time of the day.

Even a glass window will do.
  A door to the sky
  A key to the sun's whereabouts.

Today, a long meeting in a conference room on the second floor.
With some blinds slightly open, I could see the palm trees outside.
I saw the 81 go towards Frye.

  A building in the far, a store whose sign I could not make out.
When I saw the next bus,
I knew it was half an hour since I spotted the last bus.

Poem © 2008 Prasanna Surakanti, all rights reserved
 appears here by permission

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