BAMBOO FLOORS

On every sultry afternoon

I love to lie on bamboo floors

With the cool breeze coming through

Open windows and gaping doors.

The wind seeps through from underneath

As I roll on the shiny slats

And cool my hands on the strips

And feel the smoothness on my back.

Those bamboo floors are found,

In nip[a huts near swaying palms;

I love to lie bamboo floors

Just whom the summer heat comes.