Robed with incense, richly professorial,
The Cambodian monk, in exile on a beach in Thailand,
Tells my fortune; affirms the fabulous ending
On a veranda dusted with white sand.
Checking, re-checking frail charts
Of treasured Khmerian script; attuned
To an almost inaudible call-and-response
Behind the entertainment -
A major motion picture
Projected onto clouds.
