Obeisance to Thai Rivers
by Carol Hamilton

Water entices, a call to drowning
with its stink of death.
Flora and fauna must carry out
life cycles, then sink.
Speeding in spray on surface
or dragging fingers from languid gondola,
fishy scent engulfs.
So why, in Thailand,
is the watery perfumed?
The past stands preserved,
perfectly rimed, and mountain river,
city waterway lilts
with sweet scent and flower.
Our ancient realities present themselves
alight with a golden aura
to surround each genuflection of humility
met there in every meeting.

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