Pipe Dream

Our feet thumped the bricks of Hanoi
These eyes were fervent for the Long Bien Bridge
Old quarter’s map shown us West
We sauntered the Independence Day streets

We stopped, we looked, and we breathe
One did not retaliate for kilometers amble
Her orange shirt dabbed the skin’s liquid
The other’s flip flops clutched her weight

Shops of ranges merchandise
Have splurged flanks of access roads
We cannot charge our heading
The Red River is nothing but a pipe dream



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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3 Responses to Pipe Dream

  1. Reblogged this on chester maynes and commented:

    a poem written in Hanoi City, Vietnam (year 2008)…

  2. This poem was very interesting to me because I have family who lived in Vietnam for many years. I really enjoy reading your writing…so much so that I tagged you in my latest blog. Check it out if you are interested in answering random and interesting questions 🙂

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