Nadia Chaney

Daily


Bangalore

 

morning

pours into a river

alchemic

 

the bus stopped in front

of our motorcycle

throbbing with bodies

bright buttons

rake-marks in hair oil

yellow nails road hard

in rubber chappals

 

a man’s bag

snags in the bus door

his feet lift

his face a mask of shock

 

bus shudders

hurls forward

asphalt steam

licking at his soles

will he drown in front of me

dragged into relentless currents

 

but someone uncouples him

 

falls from the bus

to his knees he falls

head bowed falls

hands on the breathless road

in his stillness

his falling

framed in currents

 

of braided gold

acid wash

heirloom leather

fresh banana leaves

stacked high release

fragrant ghost pools and

rows of live chickens

hanging from a pole

 

all that is this river

flows around him

swallows his salvation

just another ripple

in the rushing

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