evening sings on the last ferry

evening sings on the last ferry

The yellow lights flicker on the waves,

an addition to the evening,

an addition to the river’s tide.

Count the changes, the day’s earning. Sweats

follow the silence, fall on the deck.

Last ferry shall depart in a while,

congested, briny, smelling and wet.

The yellow lights flicker on the waves;

a silent man looks up and listens

to the beggar singing; evening.

Just nod to acknowledge a friend

greeting you; silence flickers amid

a singing voice and returning birds.

The moments lose balance; the boat departs.

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October walks and flights

October sky pleads; a solitary

petition before an emperor;

it beseeches, “come out for a sigh.”

A path trots onwards. A walk to shop.

Something unusual, you seek

but there is nothing; hence you walk back;

more walk under the sky. Let’s fly

over those contours of lanes, man-made

homes and hearths, those shifting youths waiting

with a flower or a knife, those fires

burning leaves of fall or even lives, fallen.

October sky searches for answers

that are, in sooth, enveloped within.

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