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.