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hey Burger. When I asked them where the bus station was, the man on the right, the only one who spoke English, gave me very clear directions, and even drew it on a napkin for me.

Processing this photo just now, I'm reminded of a poem by Vietnamese poet, Phung Cung:

Luckily

Luckily while out
Walking this morning
I encountered only
BEAUTIFUL people
Ecstatic
And in tears
I wanted to carpet the lane
With my back.

Poem is included in my out-of-print anthology, The Deluge.

Phung Cung did not have an easy life. The Vietnamese Communists jailed him for 12 years without charges.


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