The Wet

The street became a river
My bike a leaking boat
The traffic at a standstill
Not knowing how to float
I waded through the water
Rolled trousers up to knees
Can’t pedal so I paddle
Through murky urban seas
And only for an hour
The rain had fallen fast
And though the rain was heavy
This time it didn’t last
So welcome to the season
Cambodia gets wet
And if you think it’s bad now
You ain’t seen nothing yet


Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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