BLACK RIVER

Folder: 
Satish Verma

The supermoon was rising with 
a great aplomb to shame the stars. 

At night the buttercups wage a war. 
Come unpretending, as you, not him, - 

on the lake, becoming a stranger to 
yourself. There ia an endless nocturnal confession. 

Do you know the poison tree blooms, 
when the golden eagle rises to take a dive 

on the row of funerals.