it is a warm November
night on a delta in India
and at restaurant there
with hand-carved
wood balconies
a person leans over
the railing as their
hand wraps around the
etching of an elephant
they stare into the dark,
reflective water of
a small tributary of
some unnamed river
while behind them
there’s a fan turning
circles on the ceiling
in metronome to
a chorus of insects





I find the word “envisage” to be a beautiful synonym for imagine. This poem’s meaning is open to interpretation, but I hope its visuals are vivid enough to set a thoughtful tone that doesn’t need an explanation.

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