#29: HOI AN ANCIENT TOWN
What I remember best are lanterns:
Lanterns on the water on the fourteenth day
Of the lunar month
Downstream on the currents.
When I was here last, I too put a lantern
Into the water, and a wish -
But the flame snuffed out.
I am returning, oh river
To set my wish adrift again
Amidst the coloured nebulae of lanterns
Reflections quivering like butterflies
Upside down, under your tranquil surface.