regrets
unmet faces
unheard voices
hands not seized
smiles not returned
leave a place for that too
when the wanting fades in the being
and everything falls away
you still have
things are
it is
you still have sunrise above mekong
blazing the watercourse
as it breaks into branches
you still have the breeze
brushing silvery tree-tops
lining the river front
you are still in the reach of fire
and the waking voices
phnom penh, 1 november 2011
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