By GJ Thomas
I walk alongside riverbank reeds
as a drug deal unfolds
beneath the bridge –
they know I’m foreign and don’t
seem bothered that I’m near –
the dealer’s young with seemingly
fresh ideas and shit,
aromas of roasted duck drift down
from the nearby restaurant,
the sun smears into the
early evening sky
like a broken yolk
and hoping on the next village
for what I don’t know entirely,
I follow this rio with its hovering bugs
and drifting twigs
all of which outsmart me,
never questioning why they’re on earth –
simply going with the flow.
Gwil James Thomas is a poet, novelist and inept musician originally from Bristol, England. In 2019 his poetry was featured in the first volume of East London Press’ 3 Poets series. He has also forthcoming poetry chapbooks from Concrete Meat Press and Holy & Intoxicated Publications. Other work can be found widely in print and also online at Expat Press, 3AM Magazine, Punk Lit Press, Philosophical Idiot and now here. He currently lives in San Sebastián, Northern Spain.
