The Tonle Sap
Like an old lover skimming over the column bones.
by peauladd huy
Like a ride on the good back of a steady beast.
Like warm thighs straddling through thin fine silk.
Like an upsurge & afterwards.
Like steep crest & down the same way
make us forget: how often we step not knowing
how we’ve gotten there
Here, the continent has always reached out to the seas
& the trade cities have always migrated inwards to her womb.