Cambodian sun kisses glistening pate
drinks in hairy armed way
talks of Kerouac
Cambodia beer sinks below unusually white froth
penultimate day
absorbs Black Magic Woman (instrumental)
rub shoulders with Jayavarman’s Angkor
Orange robed monks flood from temple
ease into brick built huts.
Frangipani perfumes air
water tank dank
lone sketcher brushes paper with pen
Walls reflect enlightenment sangam
pink bag carrying students nestle
temple garden tree gives shade.
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