The Rising Long Street

Somewhat black somewhat grey Somewhat bluing silvery the fluorescence On an oath by lighted hands Long street rising for the day Darkled white in blackish grey barks Here once there once but not witchy Flower-thieves pillow their bags bunchy Flee away while milk-man harks Hymns and songs and rings to allay The God wakened in split-free spheres Walks and jogs and runs in speedy spirits Long street rising for the day Puddled spills of sprinkled water Cheered kolams sheen and punchy Wishes of good-morning up and stretchy Long street rising for the day does matter