Thursday, October 18, 2007

Hanoi, first night

By Adam Gibson ©

single headlinghts weave

to the square root of
a million lives,

unbelievable circles
screaming with traffic horns,
a flow of two-wheeled astonishment
which works in a torrent

glinting with handlebars and
jet-black hair
past smoking incense shrines
and boiling pots;

squatted cacophonies of
lives lived by the side of the road
and on the back
of a Honda scooter.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm sure I recognize that street corner ??
I'm also kind of missing the fumes and noise from all the gazillion scooters.
Love that it's all immortalized in your poetry... Denice