On the Bamboo Raft
by

Like a photo
of the ancient life.

Virgin green vegetation girdles
the limpid river.

Sun shines
through the drizzle.
They’re voyaging,
not to attend the wedding
of foxes.
He rows
with his eyes clung to a shoal of
fish.
His baby sleeps
in the cradle of
her hands.
Propeller motion of
his arms
is august.
This forest family emits
ebullient vibes.

They float,
self-reliant in simplicity,
under the rain clouds and rainbows,
far away from
the ostentatious pretensions
and sophisticated tensions.

First published in issue #27 of The Literary Hatchet.

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