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Vinh Long, 1st View (poem)By David SandgrundThe helicopter lifted off Leaving him alone Heart pounding, sweating In the hot and humid breeze His clothes sticking to his body Shielding his eyes from the river's glare He watches brown water rushing past Green vegetation floating by Catching on the rocks A woman washing clothes Another collecting the water hyacinth Straw hats covering their heads The breeze blowing Their baggy pants Their thin blouses At the river's edge A young girl stands With a sweet, tender look Smiling she hands him A water hyacinth Blue petals sparkling In the sunlight A gift from A serene beauty Behind him traffic noises Tinny motors, squeaky horns Mingle with the distant Unintelligible voices From the market From passing boat The air filled with strange odors Fish, drying vegetation Food from the market stalls Avoiding the bicycles and motor bikes He turns and walks Down the road —David Sandgrund
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