No Shangri-La
Sharchhop speaking crickets
in a bamboo palace
Himalayas disappear behind sunlit eyes.
Scribbled Persian textbooks
under the desk of tears
reveal no promises
pettiness
details of sand
mounted into fish hooks
draped from my
cheeks
eyelids
earlobes
breasts
hands
feet
squeezing out drops of green rain
washed curmudgeon sighs.