The Former Tennent
It abides in the lintel, leaving only
to hunt in the klong.
It was here when we moved in,
we are the renting guests
living under a large Monitor lizard.
Dawn coffee on the loggia,
the jungle going to sleep.
The movement of rain,
pacing over green canopies.
The wooden house creaks
as the sun floats over blue mountains.
Soon the tiffin carrier will arrive
on her tricycle,
bringing coconut rice
wrapped in banana leaf,
some pork dumplings.
A meal shared
with a cat and a huge reptile
as we watch the hour uncoil.
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