Wednesday, August 4, 2004

The Cook has returned from Cambodia,
from the land of the Khmer...
Her girth is gone,
she brings tales of exotic lands
of monks and rice paddies
and amorous farmers and pagodas
and motorbikes
and mud

Of primitive toilets
she paints pictures
of corrupt police...
and of vegetables
and noodles
and festivals
and of love.

Rough edges smooth,
like a riverstone
she shines.

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