Subterranean
The crypt is crammed with paintings–
A light-filled darkness.
Church or gallery?
An underworld, luminously
minimalist and airy.
On the walls Russian icons
gold leafed, shining ruby red
and lapis lazuli blue.
Chihuly glass sculptures
frame the icons–
they push us out of the exhibition.
Chandni Chowk
The dream dog hovers
nudging the labyrinth.
Afternoon glow dances
on raindrops and the
procession slides past,
men and horses garbed alike
in red white and gold.
There’s frenzy in the air.
A pack of dogs spill onto
the emptying road
they mill around her
some circling, barking.
She is standing still.
All the dogs are looking
at her and the sun behind
eludes my camera lens.
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