"Dharamsala"

In the middle of the hub
Bub smelling diesel fumes
With both lungs
I press my cheeks
To warm cement and watch
And listen
I see monkeys watching we
Hear little buzzy horns
People doing the thing
Called walking
The tops of airborne eagles
And crows wings outspread
Evaporated snow
Thousands of disturbed flies
From their garbage lunch sorry
Policeman beggarman Indian guru
Thief ? not yet
Except for two cows and a monkey
Smokers hack
Fruits and vegetables
Female sidesaddle motorcycle
Passengers
No sidewalks
Streets shared by people
And machines in traffic patterns
Of foreign cognition
From this side anyway
Welcome warm sunshine
Congested nasal passages
Wearers of blankets robes turbans
Shawls flip flops tennis shoes
Lots of big ****** horns
Politely saying move please
Braided ponytails galore
Four vehicle traffic jam
Goods carrier tourist cab jeep
Rebar Thank God!
Electric wires and water pipes
Functionally scattered
Traffic police large guardrail dents
Guest house hotel tea stalls
Himalayan butterflies
Sleeper sleeping
Broken gurgling fountain
Beards
Malas
Backpacks
Candy