Poetry from Thailand

Original poetry written in and about rural Thailand.

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Location: Chong Khae, Nakhonsawan, Thailand

Monday, November 16, 2015

Waiting For Life’s Movie

The orange color drains from the ice
in my screwdriver like the blood from
the eye at the start of a 007 film.
Through the thick glass bottom I watch
one of my neighbor’s dogs trot down
my dirt driveway.  He’s not supposed
to be here and if I show myself he
will hot-paw it through the hole
in the fence to his own compound.
But I don’t show myself, I just watch
until I think of him as a movie extra. 
He has no idea what’s going on, no part
to play.  He’s just been told to walk down
a driveway behaving like a dog, which he
does to perfection. The cameras rolls. 
I have no lines, either.  I just watch expecting
the movie to begin.  But it never does.

FG           11/17/2015