By Peycho Kanev
I met you by the shore. Your enormous body
was left for the sharks and the Japanese tourists.
You were taking sun-baths with a book of poetry
in your hands. Rimbaud or was it Verlaine? No
words were spoken. No need to. The seagulls flew
above us as usual. The eternity crept up between us.
I lit my cigarette, broke off a piece of your beautiful fin
and went back to where I came from.
Peycho Kanev is the Editor In Chief of Kanev Books. His poems have appeared in more than 500 literary magazines, such as: Poetry Quarterly, The Monongahela Review, Steam Ticket, Midwest Literary Review, Third Wednesday, The Cleveland Review, Loch Raven Review, In Posse Review, The Penwood Review, Mascara Literary Review and many others. He is nominated for the Pushcart Award and lives in Chicago. In 2009 his short story collection Walking Through Walls and in April 2010 his poetry collection American Notebooks both were published in Bulgaria. His poetry collection Bone Silence was released in September 2010 by Desperanto, NY. A new collection of his poetry, titled Requiem for One Night, will be published by Desperanto in 2012.