Jaipur
Cold inside, I foolishly drink
two cups of strong hot tea.
Now I will sit awake all night
thinking of you.
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Here is an older short poem about Jaipur, called the “Pink City”, in Rajasthan, India. The picture above is not the pink stone typical of Jaipur, but then again, the poem takes place at night. (The pic is also from Agra, sorry! It is not dissimilar.) I am posting the poem for Fred Rutherford’s Poetics Prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, asking poets to keep things short.
A version of this poem is in my book, “Going on Somewhere.” Also if you like elephants (of which Jaipur has many), check out my book 1 Mississippi (which is chock full of elephants!)
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