That nick in the rock
is really a kick in the side of the hill.
It’s where a hoof
struck
like a thunderbolt
when Khandoba
with the bride sidesaddle behind him on the blue
horse
jumped across the valley
and the three
went on from there like one
spark
fleeing from flint.
To a home that waited
on the other side of the hill like a hay
stack.
(Arun Kolatkar)
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