We read the same books as children- Kipling,
Haggard, Stevenson- and dreamt adventure,
but they went off, the boys, to munch on sago
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They've come on board their grocery baskets full
to gossip and shake off the clinging sand
from bare feet and vegetables. They pull
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In a museum of the city
once called Saigon, are snapshots. One's
been blown up so we can all see
it clearly. An American,
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The point of clothes was line
a shallow fall of cotton over childish hips
or a coat ruled sharply, shoulder to hem
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The sheets and nightgowns semaphore a breeze,
next door to Kali's multicolored dome,
the sun-bleached, tattered signals from the dying.
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