Banlung Poem
|Her New World Order
t-shirt danced past...
a woman with basket of bread
a woman gently slicing then chopping bacon
a woman scaling silver fish
a woman dividing coconuts
an old woman negotiating passages with her begging bowl
a man carrying bananas on his thin back
a woman fingering REAL notes
lost humans inspecting hope despair laughter and song
girls doing a pedicure
a woman polishing red apples
shadows dancing with impermanence
spoons stabbing ice
glittering silver stars on a headscarf
reflecting elegant universe