Women of Vietnam

What is life for you?
One bitterness
One sadness
and one of joy.
Full of breath
and hope kissed.

Each day your burn
to give us light.
To give to me.
Your tears as heavy
as the human body.
And hastily washed away.

 

The Streets of Hanoi

I am sleepy now.
Too many hours walking
the streets of Hanoi.
Dull reflections on
Hoan Kiem Lake.

I would rather a life of poetry.
Than bashing about these
timid days without a breeze.
And little comfort in passing.