indigenous
green and brown
the
riverbanks of the tapi river
gathering
like runoff silt
color
and grain
before
the western structures
before
industrial agriculture
touching
the land
marks
your beginning and end
in
the thai language
there's
a whisper
for
every syllable
a
free secret
beyond
bitterness
out
of the forest
a
body extends
like
the branch of a tree
even
for the skeptical
a
kiss will always
warm
the living
your
hands are your eyes
the
small airport was crowded
for
a weekday
our
hands were sweaty
the
announcements gave us
little
time before abandonment
there
were lies we told each other
it
felt right for the time
i
gave her a bob marley cassette
she
gave me a photo
from
the beach in songkhla
since
then i've read a story or two
about
the farang who leaves
a
heart
in
the quiet alleys
of
the mind
like
the heat from the equator
never
leaves your body
---
e b bortz
2 comments:
Lovely. Beautiful poem.
many thanks.
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