They are bicycling into the sun. He has a dhoti on under his coat and a briefcase with LYRIC marked in big letters.

She has a sari in lime green and socks and a backpack that is filled with scraps of torn silk

She drops a fan as she races past the balustrade into sky blue water. The fan opens

and slips into the shape an oyster makes when it whorls a pearl. Something of great price

is torn from her and the man on his bicycle who is wheeling at the edge of the crater cannot see or hear.

Soon as the poet had it they will be pecked to death by a partridge. Soon they will drop into dark water