HINDUSTAN

PASTA ANIARA

On distant spagetti-clad earth,
the autumns of bell pepper yellow and red,
the many winters of crème fraîche that once lay ahead,
the springs of cucumber and rebirth.

MAHARAJAH STEW

On the shores of Butternut Squash,
onion and garlic, the poor and the posh,
and a monsoon of coconut milk,
white like Genghis Khan’s silk.