Under the brooding tree

Past the pond and brooding tree

cross the sand and clay muck

where oxen wander

boys hide

in brush caverns

gather sticks

from a baked paddy

lash bundled heaps and enter

water brown as skin

cool as coffee

after a long morning

and float under the brooding tree

and Cambodian sun


About the Author

About the Author: I live in Phnom Penh, Cambodia where I work with young adults transitioning from growing up in an orphanage to living independently. I also facilitate immersion learning programs for Japanese. I'm a photographer and video maker when time and opportunity permit. .


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  1. Melinda Lies says:

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

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