Teenagers
walk down the median,
streetlamp light
laughing.
Boy pauses
reaches
to a branch.
He pulls it down
picks
one, two
mangoes off the tree.
Hands one
to each of the girls.
They keep walking
and disappear.
A Poem Walked Past My Balcony Last Night
Published February 4, 2012 Cambodia , Phnom Penh , Places , Poetry , Southeast Asia , Subculture ClosedTags: cambodia, phnom penh, poetry
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