Hazy

Roll up in your woollies and
walk down a winter's evening with
a song and an ice-cream moustache.
Let the chill sleep on your nose, twitch
it only when you are thinking.
Pull down your sleeves till your fingers are just
woolly paws with which you can twist
your Fiama ponytail. Feel a little giggly when they look
strangely at the cone in your hand, how would they ever
understand?
Brisk steps to nowhere,
amuse a skinny puppy along
that pavement with biscuits and fake mews. Then may be
stand somewhere
in the middle, catch a
leaf and a smile. And
on your way back home, when you pass the
Phuchka-kaku, don't stop.
You still haven't figured out what to do with all
that imli-water.


"if I forgot who I am, would you please
remind me?"