I stood on the bridge and watched them live. Plastic wrappers stand in the river and humans float down the road. Little red uniforms marching to school. Banana leaves, temples, rice paddies and a tropical red baseball cap worn backwards. Plastic bags in puddles and roosters raising their voices above the trillion chirpers. A dirt road leads to a hundred hidden homes and one by one the scooters drive out carrying growing babies. The river dog is sniffing around on the rocks, right where I left him twenty four hours ago. Pick the white flowers off the driveway. It’s a new day. Roosters run in gangs like the schools boys. A face that looked like it smiled for a hundred years.
Love & Rainbows,
Cha Wilde