Monday, March 30, 2015

Monday Poem for Jen

Women and Bird in the Night by Joan Miró
They are saying
that Jen is a myth,
An urban legend.

Typed on the fringes of gchat,
felt, but seldom seen ,
(and then, only with magic glasses,
while being resigned to the fate of red pedicure chairs.)

While not so far far away:
There are whispers in a
lotus belle tent
with stars for roof.

Gypsies. They know.
Because 'we' are 'they'!

- Neha

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