Ratnarao’s short verse

Archive for May 2007

The making of the road

Posted by: ratnarao on: May 3, 2007

 
Hot were the words, mixed
With liquid tar and boys in the shade
Their eyelids closed and play-heavy
This man turned the drum of liquid
The fires crackled and black smoke
Went up above the tree and red wall
Then smoke became walkable
Smooth and black like a snake.