Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Monday, September 3, 2012

My Gate






My gate is a humble affair
which serves no purpose at all.

Two weeks ago my white dog who
is no more than a full-grown pup
was deathly ill, so I let him in
to lay on the tiles which,
shaded by the wide eaves, remain
remarkably cool during the day.
He got better as the Arabs say
Al Hum Do Li Lah (Praise be to God),
but now Mama, which is Thai for
a noodle soup, feels he has a right
to come through the gate at will
as if he was looking to unite with
his lost animal spirit like a buried bone.
My wife or her mother, even the little
girls, can yell and he’ll put his ears back
and go out, but I can yell and hit him
with a broom and he will not move,
he will not leave.

My gate is a humble affair
which serves no purpose at all.

FG Sept.3, 2012

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