By The Lake (Angkor Wat)
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Sheena Blackhall
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A farmer bathes his cow in the lake
Like a servant, ministering to his mistress
The cow stands patiently
Enjoying her noontime pampering
Flicking her ears in ecstasy.
Ducks, full feathered, tied to the handlebars
Of a passing bike, hang speechless
Two tuk-tuk drivers, slumped in tree-slung hammocks
Sway side to side, under the idling leaves.
The spirit house on stilts,
Houses the spirits of their ancestors
Ghostly footprints leading down to the waves
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş