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.
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:
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
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