wife mother homemaker in sunshine and monsoon be my boat my treasure stall of rambutan and dragon fruit of noodles and khanom krok for fellow and foreign landers in the Basin of Chao Phraya
driving a work day like a weather’d mural be— to and fro knowing every pothole every utility pole streaking past eyes’ corners— subconscious steering every curve braking every intersection— ‘tis better only as a passenger that marvels lost to attentiveness can be cherish’d and gift’d to memory
loujen haxm'Yor 