Morning in Hyderabad

Morning in Hyderabad The morning slowly dries wet clothes, Dripping, they smell of blue detergent The house there wakes up bleary-eyed Hesitating shadows emerge from the walls A varnished gate, the midget of a woman On the concrete bench, in the garden... More

Morning in Hyderabad The morning slowly dries wet clothes, Dripping, they smell of blue detergent The house there wakes up bleary-eyed Hesitating shadows emerge from the walls A varnished gate, the midget of a woman On the concrete bench, in the garden Measuring the length of her shadow.  Less