Five women
Crude faces
Arms encircling
A circle formed
Unity, rivalry
Reunion of sort
bonds weak and strong
forgiving unions betrals
Something forged artificial real
praying for sons
Daughters in kitchen
Mending and unmending shawls
Pots leaky, sealed
by corn or glue
or clay containers
for discarded objects
almost empty container
Plastic chewed
Ugly, unceremonious
meat consumed, tasteless
rednecks
Even in adopted lands
my “Brahminic” roots
find —-
few drops of —
poppies did not come
this year
It takes 21 days
habits formed
habits, dismantled