Under-Grass-Hut >>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

we gather in front of fire place
trying to dry ourselves from rain
our fingers shrink like prunes
so as our little toes, wrinkles
we took off our shirts, wring it
put it on clothes line for tonight
we were serve rice soup with chicken
oh! how sweet, feeling of warmth
runs through my throat, a relief

my puppy came over licking my hands
wanted to cuddle, I pet her back
making that childlike sound, ungghh
still lightning is having feast
flashing we see fearful eyeballs
of cows staying beneath those trees
they're seeking shelter too, like us
we are lucky we are dry and full