Thumbi for your thoughts by Nayanika

Somewhere into the night,

Walking becomes wandering.

The watchful eyes of lights, yellow and warm,

Extend a hand

and you shake a stroke of Gogh’s.

Legs weave in and out of streets;

Braiding, Unbraiding

Thought leaves through the narrative of others trying to find its own;

The city goes to bed with a doubting heart.

I walk a tightrope across your webbed wings,

Cling on as it breaks.

Swinging through a jungle now, am I free?

The hedges of my mental maze need trimming.

You drift in again, my dragonfly.

I sit with you awhile.

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