Stuck in Kathmandu, Nepal, with the red tape surrounding my entry visa process for India, I decided to make the most of my two weeks there, by writing some poetry. Perhaps my favorite aspect of the capital city was simply the view my small kitchen balcony provided.
The Balcony
Smoke sits on the mountains in the sky.
Little limbs flap at the hacky sack in the dirt.
Pigeons breakfast on blue-green bread,
as dog noses perch on broken brick walls,
intent on the flutterings at the sills below.
Bunches of colored yarn bulge,
bent upon the short straw brooms
with which they beat the dust
back into the ground.