BANDUNG ON A SUNDAY MORNING
Tiny children galloping by on horses,
The ram fights,
Swarms of Indonesian tourists,
Buying goods and visiting the zoo,
A man fishing in a river,
Chocolate milk water filled with trash and scum,
The dirtiest storm drain river in the world.
And me, zooming around on foot,
Trying to take it all in
Because I knew I’d never be there again.