Ha Noi 2000 (first part)

Ha Noi 2000

It’s raining in Hanoi
gouts of water
bleeding down the windows
of Rainbow Building.
Fingernails of wind
feel under the tiles
pulling ragged holes
in sky and blotted cloud.

I am feeling the blues again.

Between the long notes
wails thread their way
punctuated by
the tock of wood on wood
releasing drops of sound
like rain in wind
or distant bombs
falling from a cloudy sky.

The empty room echoes,
in this modern, soul-less building
pitched among the narrow houses
its feet against the market place.
far from the tourist reach.

The crowded street silent and wet now
will soon fill again
with people carrying bags of vegetables
who have a place to go.


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