Green Tea Sari

She wears a sari
of green tea.

When she dances
her bangles of silver streams
make a sound

like water flowing
over a secret place.

In her eyes there is no guile,
only the beginnings
of the monsoonal rains.

When she smiles
a thousand gemstones speak.


– Masii

Sometimes I hear

Sometimes I hear




of Sinhala

folded tight

like betel leaves



that involve

a heroic deed


soft slokas

stitched ‘tween

the sheets


a mirisgala

for sorrows

from the 16th



a printing press

for second-hand

prayers burning

in Kochikade



from the

Sri Lanka

Broadcasting Corporation

repeated very slowly.

– Masii