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January 20, 2005
Walking in Saigon
It's the rainy season,
The air is damp, humid,
Walking in Saigon,
Sergeant, bought white Lotuses
From a girl selling them,
She did not look up,
As he passed her the money,
Pushing it in her pocket
He walked in the restaurant
Saw her, recognised her
From her picture,
Walked to the table,
Said "hello", she noded,
She did not talk english,
He could not remember,
The words bounced in his head,
As he sat down, Lotuses in his hand
"This is where I met your mother",
He said, in broken vietnamese,
Trying to find the words
For "war", "I did not know",
And "sorry", in his head,
He handed her the Lotuses
An sat back, exhusted
From the window,
He could see the
Flower girl, walking on
Posted by Idinraha at January 20, 2005 03:22 PM