Spring
|One Kampot morning
Dawn struggles to create music hearing
Brooms dance with dust as Khmer and Vietnamese women
Bent like branches in strong wind
Hover over leaves, discarded fruit skins
Memories
Bird songs
Night dreams
Sweeping swish a wish
Rain glorious soft smooth clear rain
Cloud tears echo silence
Calm way
Spring speaks laughter
Cool sky jazz
Water imagination seeds with bliss & gratitude
Diamonds reflect a universe on bamboo leaf
In a Brave New World you shift from truth and beauty to comfort and happiness.
I ate civilization.
Breath brain 157 neurons
Attention arousal
Mortar pestle music
Rhythm kids
Chatter with mom on crutches
Reality is a crutch
Steaming gleaming aluminum containers
Meat, eggs, vegetables, soups, rows of BBQ fish, sausage
Smoke curls from charcoal flames
Backpack tourists avoid motorcycle mama mayhem
Little boys with little toys all 125cc
At the speed of light
Be light about it
Blind female masseuse meditates in a green room
A slow steady rain falls
Clean air smells good
A single star,
flickering out in the universe,
is enough to fill the mind, but it is nothing in the night sky.
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