She wondered, when will this dust stop? Abate, conceal, assume proportions miniature, opaque
Fighting muggy sleep in the last hours before dark, her fan appropriated sounds of the outside
And forced its gently whirring symphony upon the restless ear it swung and shone in deepening distress
The morning horns and drums sounded and with them, the canned religious music, Tamil language
But indeterminate in timbre tone and topic. Falling birds and a salt in the air that stayed. Hot and caustic poring, suffusing
Arbitrary children's screams behind corrugated fences and outside in the sand? Dogs so pooped they curled in the heat.