who do you write for?
and how is wisdom carried?
where is that special feeling you remember?
and what makes a word precious
or particularly valuable?
perhaps some answers await
at the Temple of Literature
in the very middle of Hanoi.
Duy invited me here today
to honor great writers.
dancers and singers actually brought out the sun
and fifty young goddesses arrived
carrying poems by our local poets.
each poem was attached to a helium balloon
celebrating Hanoi's One Thousand Years
and they were released
into eternity
evanescent
and perpetual
with love
and hugs
—Daniel Potter
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