Thai Rain
We went out after the storm
and sat on the flat roof.
A few orchids in their pots
dripped in the moonlight.
We watched vultures
circle the floating market,
while Bangkok put on
its neon mask.
You said you would leave in the morning,
that your village was your heart,
not these apartment rooms,
this place where people
disappear into tomorrow.
On the station platform,
a deluge of rain and people.
The rain smashed into eyes
making it difficult to see
even to talk and embrace.
I could not tell if you were crying
but I knew I was, and would be
even in the sunshine.
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