We appear to have left Bangladesh;

ascending against rising hills,

ordered tea with lemon

and sugar

cane and rubber

plantations, gas fields

bubble into burning ponds,

hills, hills and looking back

the blink of endless paddies.

Shimongol, Bangladesh 2015

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