The Aurora Review

Winter/Spring 2005

The Waterseller of Seville
by Avik Chanda

Pathos in drops of water
amidst the heat. So when
the ribmarks on the pitcher
have nearly dried,
choose the tender dark shade.
And a subtle brush.
Stains trickle down. Evanescing.

Like tear-shine on your cheek
at dinner – expended,
then brushed away. Now
I look into your eyes again
and find my cup empty.