Orchid Tree, Hoi An – January 3rd, 2020
On my way to our Summery Villa
smoke from BBQ meat on a grill fades into
Redolence of the orchid tree:
fragrant cloud of purple pink flowers
Colored light green leaves:
two halves of a heart or a butterfly?
Humid is the night air, and warm.
Biking cuts a cooling breeze.
Incessant honking motorbikes
eventually left behind
Daringly, I have learned to weave
my way between them, pedaling bravely.
passing karaoke bars with neon lights
and loud melancholy lyrics
in a language I don’t know.