Saigon never sleeps..

Poem titled “Sleeping” by Raymond Carver.  Photos are my own while wandering the streets of Saigon/Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.

He slept on his hands.
On a rock.
On his feet.
On someone else’s feet.

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He slept on buses, trains, in airplanes.
Slept on duty.
Slept beside the road.
Slept on a sack of apples.
He slept in a pay toilet.

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In a hayloft.
In the Super Dome.
Slept in a Jaguar, and in the back of a pickup.
Slept in theaters.

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In jail.
On boats.
He slept in line shacks and, once, in a castle.
Slept in the rain.

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In blistering sun he slept.
On horseback.
He slept in chairs, churches, in fancy hotels.
He slept under strange roofs all his life.

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Now he sleeps under the earth.
Sleeps on and on.
Like an old king.

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Feel free to leave some love.  You can also see more of my photos on Instagram: Goldenlovenuget

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