Full moon in Hoi An

Flickers of green in a land of silk.
River on the right, of the bike
Wind rushing through free hair
(On the way to the waves).

Watching the blue and the white
Whilst women dangle trinkets.
Buying – to help, or, to hinder –
(As an american approaches).

Engaged in a book,
But soon conversation moves me,
Questioning myself, questioning all
Political views in the world.

Talk turns to debate, turns
Turns into excitement. (Investigation!)
Watching the swinging silks
Of pink / brown / yellow.

Walking by the riverside--
Over the Japanese bridge and beyond
Drinking the bottle of wine,
As the monkey watches on.

Talking of nothing, of something, of everything;
I was walking in new pink sandals whilst
Pushing the night out
To its essential limits.

Lanterns dangling overhead as I was
On the exhilarating ride home.
Bright silks lengthen
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