here again after so long
grazing grass as i promised i would
this is no longer the neighbor’s pasture
all the neighbors have gone
one day a heavy gale came and
all of us became water buffalos
now feeding off someone’s prairie
vast
where grass is verdant and profuse
as with bitterness
sweetness of its taste
our laments blend
with the river’s roll
running down the vale to no end
siem reap, 22 august 2011
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