from a
distance
koh samui rose
from the ocean
the hills
standing
against the
sun
laying bare
the idea
that you need
a certain
status
from birth
to be rewarded
with wonder
long before
the year
of the tsunami
and a hundred
miles
thru the
rainforest
i replaced my
flip-flops
falling apart
in the
marketplace
in phuket
next to the
stall
with shiny red
stones
my thai was so
broken
but understood
as the woman
vendor
explained that
the stones
were smuggled
from burma
in spite of
the prisons
the red
color coming
from the
sunsets
and that it
was necessary
to keep this
secret
from the
authorities
i still look
into the horizon
for rubies
--- e b bortz
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