January felt like the end of the world.
Every day was bad news.
February was the song of koels
the green scent of canals
temple incense burning to ash.
In March I said goodbye
to all the spring bulbs in my yard.
April blossoms filled the streets
and the Sec of Ed set out to destroy
everything that made my job worthwhile.
In May I prepared to retire.
June brought federal troops to LA.
I packed to leave at a moment’s notice.
In July I said goodbye to my co-workers
after twenty-four years.
August was desperation.
We moved fast.
September saw us into a house
with ylang-ylang and roselle in the yard.
October brought a golden tree snake,
a Jerusalem cricket, and a racquet-tailed drongo.
In November we visited Hanoi
and a whole new set of temples.
December. We’re finally home.
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