Aug 032012
Hữu Ngọc asked me yesterday on the way to lunch whether I had written any poems about Hanoi. “Only one,” I told him. This appeared a while back in the Beloit Poetry Journal & it is the second poem (currently) in the book manuscript I’m trying to finish putting together:
A Dog in Hanoi
Maybe Ngoc Ha is nothing
but a vivid dream & here
I am nothing but an animal
who does not understand
the higher order of things.
Maybe the traffic is only
a tumbling hallucination
& I am nothing but one of
these charming, silent dogs
who watch & listen with
detachment—the way that
I listen to the language of
my fellow creatures. Maybe
only quiet dogs survived
the war. They walk along
the curb but seldom speak.
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