An Elegy for Summer
This is euphoria: the art of painstakingly purging blistered and withered melanin. This is apocalypse: the wait, waiting and waiting for the tear of vapours, of sweat and oil. Summer is judgement season, death and resurrection.
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A Backpacker's Ode to Mekong River
You are staring at the horizon.
Several Lao kids – smiling sweetly –
are dabbling in chocolate-colored water
that drifts the algae away from the East.
Numerous boats are starting to return to the wharf
after a day of going across to the other side.
A fisherman is meticulously fixing his nets.
The monks and farmers on the riverside are busy
irrigating the crops to be sold in the market tomorrow morning.
You are staring at the horizon,
waiting for the spectacle
of the gloomy sunset.
Your slippers are worn-out.
Goodbye, tomorrow.
Several Lao kids – smiling sweetly –
are dabbling in chocolate-colored water
that drifts the algae away from the East.
Numerous boats are starting to return to the wharf
after a day of going across to the other side.
A fisherman is meticulously fixing his nets.
The monks and farmers on the riverside are busy
irrigating the crops to be sold in the market tomorrow morning.
You are staring at the horizon,
waiting for the spectacle
of the gloomy sunset.
Your slippers are worn-out.
Goodbye, tomorrow.
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