Contemplating a voyage with a friend. |
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To IndiaStuart, let’s go to India,together It would probably kill us, or at least the relationship All that fathering, all that brothering, when your father’s missing and my brother is as well But there’s dusty roads there and dusty souls, looking from behind dark eyes, on trains with chickens and I am chicken too, but not too much to go Running ahead of the dust, ahead of the monsoon My camera needs the lines in faces, a thousand years of lines in faces A treeless sub-continent, except for the forests And men who know the crack in the earth will never close Let’s go to India, my friend |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
