Tropic screen doors open
From my jungle bungalow
Flowers in the evening breeze
Fragrancing the flow.
Rhythmic cheerful chirpings
Some night-crawlers in the park,
A distant yappy guard dog
Challenging the dark.
I sense gentle swayings
Of coconut palm fronds
Rustling out their ancient tunes,
Whispering their songs.
Aromatic ocean,
I bike into that sea
Cutting pools of sleepless air-
A cool cacophony.
(Koh Samui, Thailand,2008/02/16,2010 hours, upon returning from the gym on my scooter)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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