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