and so when this river
is happy to go
another course
and watches as you make
your way into a dry bed, the
landmarks now point
to old memories, as if
evidence of lushness
passed through your veins
but you choose to trickle
thinly, hoping the ocean
will come in land
hoping actually that
the fishermen will
kill you quickly
Tags: 2008, death, india, letting go, Stephen
