Dark is essence of things, a thingness
Itself held by scruff by incoming train .
Train brings its darkness from places.

Dark falls as rain drops on moss map
A dark that comes from an outer sky
To beat a moss map into submission.

Rain is the dark thing held by  train
Or coconuts that have lost the moon
From hair, in the night’s rain dance.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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