the beauty of a new place is that you see everything

bridge

an old man
with opticals like tiny flying saucers
sits on a bridge
his prosthetic legs
upright beside him,
a faded yellow
like sunflowers
the old woman sitting next to him hawks.

a young lady rests her forehead
on a plastic folding table
stacked with take-away breakfast:
fried rice with egg on top.
cold now because
she’s snoring softly and
Thais are never rude.

at the other end of the bridge
a soi dog
whimpers in its sleep.
i kick myself
for leaving our leftovers
in the fridge.

© listentothebabe

About listentothebabe

writing is the teeth that gnaw on my bones.

One comment

  1. love the way this flows 🙂

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