Photosynthesis

By Ananta Madhavan

One morning on the bus,
The rain-blobs on the window
Caught the orange of the street lamps,
Shivered a little and slid aslant.

One evening in the park
The soft renaissance of treetops
Filtering the sunlight
Made a golden motorway.

I am photo-sensitive,
But I absorb the light:
All that dazzles and refracts
Is safely inside.

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