The Tonle Sap

Like an old lover skimming over the column bones.
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
& back.

Here, the continent has always reached out to the seas
& the trade cities have always migrated inwards to her womb.

by peauladd huy

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