R.K. Sameer

Frivolous Relations

The first time I saw money lying on the street, I was eight years old. Debating the whole way, whether to pick it up, I found it had disappeared on my walk back.

blown off the streets
papers and leaves alike . . .
a candy wrapper flutters

The first time I picked up money lying on the street, I was twenty-one years old. I did it without hesitation, and spent it all drinking with a friend I owed money.

thumb sized toffee-
the two boys' ruckus
over the larger piece

Yesterday, for the first time I lost money on the street. At the place where I most probably could have dropped it, I found a candy wrapper fluttering in the wind.

parting friend . . .
a drunk in the bar
says hi