Geishas of the inbox,
our neural pathways paved,
synapses bridged, arteries
fibre optic, heart chakras unclogged
by the Great Express Highway,
our ducts sweetened by after-mint
and Kenny G, the peepul
between us felled
to unclutter the view,
our roads widened, drainage overhauled, stray dogs exterminated.
The lines on our route are never busy.
The arrangements are in place.
Love will follow.