On his first day at the Bengaluru Metropolitan Transport Corporation, twenty-five year old Masti Govind Swamy, named after the village of Masti, where his father, not he, was born, found to his ... [+]
and mirrors along the coast.
Pointillism birds shatter the reflection.
The pink won't show up on my phone's camera.
It bleeds into yellow and orange, but is broken
by the yellow-blue horizon, sharp and cold.
The foam flashes back at the sun,
Whose color darkens, covered
in a red shawl as it waits
to sink.
The sky delights in its passing.