Kit Kelen #228 - the river is lived

228

the river is lived

salt of cloud come

and the storm is a stillness

crouching, it waits

and sometimes that's all

smell of the river is strong

air's heavy

every boat is flickering lit

green red blue

rain is a beginning

voices are cast about then

a slow plash

all at anchor, riding the tide

lights of the Venetian behind

Galaxy, Parisian - white

lights cast uselessly up in the air

across the water

as if I were on the Mainland

dragon boat workshops dark, abandoned

yellow lights of Vila Coloane

as of another age, reminding

most of Macao is the past