Tangerine Lily
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An egg yolk sun
spreads over that
marmalade grass.
Eyes in a trance.
Fingers pick up
the tangerine lily.
First in this patch.

“Is not it full of grace?”
the boy who has brought his
father to take a look,
cries out. The color of
delight is tangerine.
Suddenly the man feels
something is changing within.

SNIPPET _I

His dull scissors fell from a hand too old.

The red dirt of a village road ahead.

The village barber’s hairs flow in arid air

Snippet - II

The inventions of do-gooders to hair, skin, teeth

Even age

Lie on the dressing table with double mirror.

She overlooks

The creeping shadow of time on the pane.