with Micky Hidayat
rain falls
on the foaming river
and you come by sampan
to take me to the shore
in the floating market
you offer me food
‘so you don’t fall ill
this dawn,’ you say
a parcel of rice
and a piece of chilli fish
fractures the sun
like tousled hair
come to this place
before the dawn
the market will be quiet
when the sun arrives
in the floating market
every dawn
will burn the skin
and the sailboats
like
beautiful dancers
await you…
Banjarmasin, 1999-2007
=ISBEDY STIAWAN Z. S.=
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