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Monday, August 11, 2008

Silk Music

My Indian-American neighbor. Plays Bollywood music into the night. The love songs. Punctuated by sitar and sung in beautiful reedy voices. Leak through her screens. Into the night air. Where they whorl. And come through my screen. Covering me while I fall asleep. Like a fine silk sari, so light, I hardly know it's there.