Under the brooding tree

Past the pond and brooding tree

cross the sand and clay muck

where oxen wander

boys hide

in brush caverns

and gather sticks

from a paddy, baked

lash bundled heaps and enter

water brown as skin

cool as coffee

on a long morning

and float under a brooding tree

and Cambodian sun

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  • http://www.melindakaylivesfaraway.com Melinda Lies

    Wonderful photo’s Andy! You capture what I don’t really see every day.

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