An autumnal night, more intense than all other nights,
and clearer than a sunlit day.
A hasty rain has passed by here.
It swept over and changed the ways.
It left trails of moon in the puddles
and called them by the names of rivers.
It chased the man in the dark
and touched him with a brush of raindrops on his back.
It stirred the leaves and the leaves dropped into the silver tray,
red and gold of autumn stars.
Sushama Karnik. Nov. 2. 2021
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