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    SUNDAY

AND NOT ONLY
BECAUSE THERE
IS TOO MUCH OF
SUN … AND I
DO NOT KNOW WHAT
TO DO …

THE BIRD CATCHES MY FANCY AND
INTENTLY BUT VACANTLY THE CLOUDS
BUT THERE ARE NO CLOUDS HOWEVER
AS I WAS SAYING THREE FACES OR
WERE THERE TWO I DO NOT KNOW
BUT WHY BOTHER ESPECIALLY BECAUSE
THREE IS ONLY TWO PLUS ONE WHAT
DO I MEAN BY THAT ANYWAY IT IS
ALL IRRELEVANT IN THE PRESENT
CONTEXT WHICH IS PRECISELY A BIRD
IN A CAGE SO WHAT A CAGE IS A
CAGE IS A CAGE AND NO MORE UNLESS
IT GROWS THAT REMINDS ME ABOUT
INCREMIN AND YOU KNOW GOODNESS
GROWCIOUS HA HA HA DO YOU GET
THE PHOTO HOW VERY STUPID I
MEAN NOT THE AD NOR THE BALCONY
AS THE BIRD IS NOT THERE BECAUSE
IT IS IN THE CAGE WHICH HAS GROWN
SO LARGE THAT THE BIRD IS NOT EVEN
VISIBLE IN IT THERE IT IS NOW
NEAR THE EQUATOR FOR THE CAGE HAS
LATITUDES PLATITUDES AND ALL THE
DIFFERENT ATTITUDES AND THERE IT
IS THERE IT IS I RECOGNISE THE
BIRD BECAUSE IT IS STILLED AND
HAS A FAMILIAR FACE EVEN IF
FAMILIARITY BREEDS CONTEMPT

IT IS SUNDAY
PERHAPS ONLY BECAUSE THERE IS
SO MUCH OF SUN
AND I STILL DO
NOT KNOW WHAT
TO DO

ramesh gandhi