sually when it rains—
though never of monsoon proportions.
A young woman tramps down
a dirt road with an old ox
whose bell around its neck
can be heard even with a transport
plane roaring overhead. A soldier
holds his rifle with one hand,
and waves to the woman with the other.
She waves back: a touching scene
the world is still capable of.
We keep our umbrellas close by now—
they trained us so well.