There are dreary mornings
when a wisp of smoke
is set afloat the gloomy Kathmandu sky
by the old man
burning up his garbage in the backyard.
It's broken up
by the plunge of a passenger bus
into Trishuli.
Saurav says the river sucks people in.
I see Binod's smile behind the receiver,
as he tells me 20 people have gone missing.
when a wisp of smoke
is set afloat the gloomy Kathmandu sky
by the old man
burning up his garbage in the backyard.
It's broken up
by the plunge of a passenger bus
into Trishuli.
Saurav says the river sucks people in.
I see Binod's smile behind the receiver,
as he tells me 20 people have gone missing.
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