You came at exactly the right time,skin, eyes and bones in a heap on the step,flash and twinkle, trundling into viewlike a carabao – long neck, head up –smile swinging in a threadbare hammocknot far from the river,neon-lit by the glimmer from a glass cabinetwhose light, reflecting off key lime pie,gave passers-by a cartoon-like, disembodied quality. […]