Night Life

[Delta40]

On a muggy evening
the stifling footpath
is a fast food drive-thru
Motorcyclists throng
around food counters
to buy phở for the soul
Yet in the swarm
they give berth
to a baby sprawling
upon wet, crumbling
pave stone
She squirms safely
as women squat
on the verge
by thảo mộc baskets
Little lotus
blossoms onto all fours
to reveal
french stone carvings
embedded in her skin

[Jerrybaldy]

Quite a holiday then Delta. You are experiencing then writing.
JB

[Delta40]

sure is!

[hack]

Life is politics.

[Hawkman]

D40, this is outstanding. You have painted a vivid picture of the present, a snapshot a moment yet you have skillfully given this moment a haunting memory of the past, with:

"...French stone carvings
embedded in her skin."

typo: "they give berth"

best, H

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is lovely, mysterious and yet somehow transparent. Thanks.

[Delta40]

thanks everyone. Hawk it is not a typo. the motorcyclists gave the baby on the ground a wide berth, but I saw the double meaning when I wrote the poem

[Hawkman]

Ah, thanks D40, I missed the allusion as in context I associate it with 'wide berth'. Very clever and it is a great poem. H