Parchi realism

Parchi is a petite thing. A beauty thing with words. You sit  still on the green bench and let the words  flow as in dream.

Realism is a few bell tinkles punctuated with men coughing out phlegm from  their deep throats . The bench has its green paint chipped off in places.

The bells  tinkle from a garbage van. Someone  is making nostril noises this side. Is he sniffing the smells of the garbage van?That is realism for my words. Sounds happen before words.

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