a brief stop in goa

Goa was full of rain so we walked around covered markets and ate sweets on dirty porches. Spent a morning sitting in a diner writing beat poetry and drinking chai; the afternoon hanging around the bus yard snapping photos and giving away fruit; the evening eating cashews and listening to radio on the overnight bus to Bangalore.

color coordinated beauty and beasts of trash canned heat-

wave[ing] hello, mrs. “give me your money”.

funny. faces stare. glare. blare their horns.

keep moving ON. electric switches OFF.

stillness in chaos. choas in stillness. and restart.