came
out of a rainforest
the
sky heavy in monsoon
the
rubber trees bending
like
old bodies often do
there's
a cart full of precious stones
where
value is an illusion
that
will find themselves
at
the marketplace
in
time for morning barter
every
farang
thinks the beach is calm
the
tides know better
the
equator does not negotiate
it
will burn deep
below
your breastbone
--- e b bortz
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