Bangkok,
Chao Phraya
Tsunami travel dreams
New York,
Broadway underwater tours,
Lady Liberty’s wet bloomers,
It’s up to you.
Houston,
We have a problem
Major Tom
Can you hear me?
Shanghai
Play umbrella chess
The skyscrapers shrink back from the sky.
Check mate.
Mexico City
Eight inches a year
We dig our own graves.
D í a de meurtos.
New Orleans,
Playing the blues like in the final scenes of Titanic
Electrifying trios,
not so cold but just as wet
Venice
The gondoliers still sing as they ply the waters
their old city below the mirror of the sea
I love the idea that we dig our own graves – in water! Yes, Houston we have a problem! Thank you.
Thanks Richard. I feel like I barely got started with this one! I do like the NY stanza though. 🙂
I agree ~ I would love to see this poem grow. But it has haunting moments now….I didn’t expect the ChaoPhraya, which I also wrote about!
Hi Britton! Thanks for the comment. I will look for your poem about ChaoPhraya. 🙂