#29: HOI AN ANCIENT TOWN
What
I remember best are lanterns:
Lanterns
on the water on the fourteenth day
Of
the lunar month
Drifting,
heart’s-flicker-radiant
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.
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