Poem: THIEF IN BALI

By max lane

That brustling whoosh of the running river’s flow,
the yellow and the white butterfly escape the lizard on the tree bough,
statue stillness of the great green leaves,
And here sit I, one of Bali’s new beauty thieves.

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