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Monsoon Mist
by Dr. Uma Asopa
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  Like the last spell
of receding rains
your memories have returned.

Moist clouds smear the sky
like condensed steam
set on cold glass
in illegible script.
Could they be a train of thoughts?
Or, bizarre shapes of illusive want?

From the peak of summer
till the first showers
I waited for the weather
to tell
which way it was going -
a deluge of emotions
or a drought of warm words.

But the clouds, as always,
were flippant.
Floating errant desires,
out of reach from earth.

The day you smiled at me
I could hold them
in my grasp.
The day you left
they slipped from my fingers
like raindrops.

I cannot read the clouds any more'
Go monsoon'

Leave me with a clear sky!
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August 14, 2005
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