Penang – In the vicinity of Armenian Street

Don in Penang
A wooden bench, a camera bag,
beside a tree drizzle laden.
Wind stirred leaves invite
singing sparrows to branches.

Don on pavement old,
rutted, cracked, earthy and
once Armenians walked here
men, women, children. Shadowy
lanes deeply history dappled.

Don in Penang

Don loved. Smiling
relaxed, eyes liquid blue,
no words spoken.
Photographed, history made,
here today, here tomorrow.