The twilight calling of the Cardamom Mountains
Prayers bid, deep voice ricocheting chants over the twilight valley of the Cardamoms’ curves. Cham kneel.
As half moon hangs high in the deep blue, buddhist bow.
I watch the river post dark upon a reflected tangerine cloud and am still.
© Tori Green
(Then curse the friggin’ fire ants as they feast…on me!)