Drive
the road to the North
From
where I am lodging now
It
has been over 100 days
Until
today I drive it up
Everything
seems familiar
The
road stalls of durians in season
Though
the durians aren't delicious
For
the durian addicts they will pay
Even
the old abandoned houses
It
hasn't done the process
The
state is suppose to pull it down
A
half past six job was done
Along
the road to the mosque
I
see a new sign put it up nicely
A
house owner advertises his lodging
“Home
Stay”
As
I drive on the road
Nothing
seems to change
Everything
looks familiar to me
Like
the small cars still speeding
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