The river was much bigger than I expected, wider darker.
The walk was more difficult than I had hoped uneven, loose dirt.
The fish were closer to the rocks, so my line was short.
The boys on the other side looked bored and superior, almost sleepy.
It got dark quickly. The trail fading into the river
and the road. The edges disappearing entirely.
Morgan Bazilian is a short story writer and poet based in Dublin, Ireland, and Telluride, Colorado. His poetry has appeared in: Exercise Bowler, Pacific Poetry, Angle Poetry, Dead Flowers, Poetry Quarterly, and Innisfree. His stories have been published in Eclectica, South Loop Review, Embodied Effigies, Shadowbox, Slab, and Glasschord.