Yard Sale of Thoughts

Bangkok's goodnight 
is also its hello.
Skyscraper lights peel  
like pieces of pomelo.

Headphones, cellphones
walking malls, sawadeekas.
Day and night,
the same pop songs. 

Sky lightening,
skin whitening,
in the land of 'mights,'
full bottle nights, and
elephant skin dawnings.

Buried deep below
the brown and gold,
the shoulder smocks, the smoke depots,
the 24-hour sensory overload

is a glow.
The locals call it zen
amidst a stream of foreign tongues, 
and endless stairway rungs.

A sudden downpour 
pauses the centripetal flow,
but the commute starts 
again before it's done.  

© 2024 | K.F. Hartless

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