smoke rising from roof
mother cooking breakfast
frying rice with fish fillet
brewing whole rice coffee
can smell a hundred yards
i go home when about right
vendors in their antique ride
roam a narrow street along
river bed; muscling weight
while calling for customers
an old way to advertise sales
no wonder they speak loud
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/041811d-you-know-when-they-re-around/
