the year is 1990 or 1991 and grandpa's green army coat
the gravel under the building
the dogs in the distance...lots of them too
its not when i had no friends
but they are in bombay
murali's wedding is coming
in the green coconut land endlessly seamless
i walk on and the dogs know me. mom's asleep
it's dark and the stars in full number
the temple, the mosque, the kalyan baug
the man selling tea early in morning and late
i walk around town thinking of life smelling the ocean
living another year before i met jenny
and the books in gandhi library and arabian sea
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