Skies of Melon
Dark curry stains
The chance of rain
Looming
Words and deeds and busy streets
Rehearsed speech
Voices calling
Dogs at feet
Strange perfumes
Rainbow spices
Things that are too hot
Like stirfry over rice
And summer afternoons
And shoes with socks
Rambutan glow
Incense and candles
Repeated refrains
Too much bugspray
Ants in the kitchen
A/C and 22 Baht
The night goes black
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