Parapet

The moon climbed the sky in shreds of white clouds.
The coconut tree dealt softly with our parapet wall.
We saw bunches of coconuts sit heavily in its bosom.
Water sloshed in their shells shaking in  gentle wind
Like in a baby’s head we shook with our both hands
With tongue-clucking in mouth for the water sound
And as the baby gurgled, we laughed in waters of love.

 At night the moon was badly caught in its branches
And for a while we thought it was devouring it slowly
Until we would see it back in the sky with  silver ring
That would mean monsoon clouds later in the night.

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