by the pool, Balinese style
a dark edge we both yearn for
flushed and warm
flushed and warm
the sun, faded
rippled orange light
dulled from volcano
it smells like bushfires
from across the yard
a barong statue stares at me
tipping and leaning towards
the grotesque
its bulbous eyes confront
my insides
a kite blows mid air
its flaming tail
a majestic garuda
trailing across
the smoke filled sky
