Hoi An
I rock in my hammock much of the day.
Scooters shoot by like dragonflies.
Diesel aromas.
Up in the tree they’re cutting down coconuts.
The wife’s pulling noodles.
Small fires in the paddy fields.
The frogs are rehearsing.
They’re performing Uncle Ho’s frog opera later this evening.
Yellow tree viper slithers by.
I dream of Lord Nandi – the home-loving bull.
The kids are beating drums.
Autumn, the festival of lanterns.
Wife says
Will you do some work today?
It is not part of my plan.
Join me in the hammock
I say.
My charming Lady Rambutan.
