jute fray near his
knee
danced in the air
dripping water
from side to side
15 years old
Rachna’s brother
sweating in a line
of men
pulling boats into
port
he waves as she
passes by
pretending to
enjoy it
at least he made
it
to the capital, Dhaka
Rachna watched
them as they pulled
older man behind
Sharad
a strange
resemblance in his eyes
that horrible
labor, she thought
but only for a
while
jute fray moving
side to side
Rachna waved
goodbye
Sharad, her
brother missed her wave
but her brother’s
ghost
The old man’s eyes
smile in a line
of sweating men
side to side
dripping water
the jute fray
far from his knee
dancing freely
in the air
