(by Sean Lawlor Nelson)
The sun was flaming
but I was young and hopeful:
was best and worst times
the butterflies
colored the campus neon:
soon lime-green was grey
The giant geckos
were noisy problems for Thais;
I looked up in awe
A stout old woman
cooked for me, was courteous:
I can see her face
I bloodily fixed
my toe, which was ingrown bad;
bathed it in Thai rum
bought ugliest fruit
from old Thai women, didn't know
lichii came so gnarled
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