Indian Summer

David Dephy

That’s right, friends, it was an Indian summer. 

I was sitting in the New York’s taxi, as I was

sitting in the hammock hanging on the waterfall 

and I was thinking about myself on the waterfall… 

“When we are not ourselves we are killing ourselves,” 

I thought. “We are the lights when we are ourselves, 

but when we aren’t we are killing the lights. 

The reflections of us only, remain the same. 

It’s impossible to be yourself, but you can, 

no one was yourself before you, you’ll be the first, 

you always can be yourself.” The cab driver looked 

at me in his rear view mirror, he saw my face with 

the sun behind me. The sun was going down, sinking 

behind and across and under and above the Manhattan 

and Brooklyn bridges and I thought of all the ideas 

that maybe I, or maybe we left undone. 

The cab driver turned on the radio, Billie was singing 

there and the driver said to me: “Yeah bro, as a driver, 

I can say that it’s not beautiful to be the second Billie 

Holiday and it’s impossible too, right?”

“Exactly,” said I and smiled, of course. 

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  David is a Georgian/American award-winning poet and novelist, multimedia artist. He is writing in English. He is living and working in NYC. 

David’s works have been published and anthologized in many collections of poetry and prose in the US, UK, Mexico, Germany, Brazil, Ukraine, Georgia, Romania, Portugal, Turkey, India, Bangladesh. 

His first book-length work in English, a novel A Mystiere is forthcoming in USA in spring 2021 from Mad Hat Press and also my first  book-length works in English, a poetry Eastern Star and Lilac Shadow of a Tree, are forthcoming in USA in summer/fall 2020 from Adelaide Books and Mad Hat Press.