saturday evening, i lay on my back atop sea green patches encompassing a city park, soaking in the magnificent sounds of gospel, gazing into oblivion; i feel nostalgic.on this midsummer day, dwellers of big city number three congregated, connecting in a realm advocating individuality, self. community finally visible, interaction.
blue grey skies linger above, humid warmth tightly hugs my body, flames blistering fibrous meats street side. motorbikes missing, otherwise equivalent.
such sights and sounds flood in memories of recent past. old quarter, swarmed of unhesitating burgesses, autumn airs remain musky, pho hue, ba trieu; doner kebaps, pho cuon dominate.
a friend who shared with me Viet Nam, sits beside. does he recognize these parallels? my curiosity authors en-puzzlement, wonder. shared elements, yet distinctiveness between the two.
twenty one north, one o five east, Ha Noi. here, me. unabbreviated, sheer nostalgia.
3 comments:
hello right back at you. :)
i park my car around depaul when i go to work, and as i was looking for parking on monday, i saw you walking down the street.
hey. you can live vicariously thru me. just make sure i update. i probably will since i dont have much to do =)
urban outfitters on rush and walton.
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