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PROSE POETRY​

BIMAN ROY
​

AT DOBBS FERRY​


I remember that evening when I came almost to the mouth of Tappan Zee and thought of going back, when powdery snow started painting the face of Henry Hudson Highway, but still headed towards a snow-lashed, nondescript hall, where my friend sat enrapt, holding his brown winter coat, with fingers clutching a Greek sailor’s hat, half waiting, half listening to Creeley, reciting from his latest book—I quietly pulled a seat beside him, as indolent words with nuclei of
unbroken silence coalesced in soft, snow-drizzled light. Sonorous voice of Creeley followed me into sleep. That night, I dreamt of myself walking alone the whole length of snowscape over Hudson, while missing his glass eye and fireworks.


Biman Roy’s poems have been widely published in literary magazines. His writing has been nominated for Best of the Net and Pushcart award. His chapbook of prose poems, “Of Moon and Washing Machine” was published by Uncollected Press and his poetry chapbook, “Dinosaur Hour” was recently published by Finishing Line Press.
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