Purvi Shah

“Some didn’t make it. Some did.”

Urge to journey — as when you see a stretch
of New York City streets, expanse to ocean:

a both here or there. At times you reach
Hudson’s edge. At times, deep Atlantics of longing.

At times, a sinking. At times, a vista: new Jhelum just ahead.

* * *
“Some didn’t make it. Some did.”

You gaze upon bedroom hanger, how the suits
used to stack, hide bevy of shoes. But now, band-