Binh Duong, a New City

Binh Duong New City, By Michael Halloran

You will ask—name the mushrooms on the grounded log And the anatomies of the shifting clouds. Tell me these fifty-one shells on the shore And the color of sunlight from the coral floor. I’ve read books, seen TV specials, scanned, Until my eyes were dull and bloodshot, So many websites, too many computer games. I’ve managed to retain a lot of facts this far. Outside, in the un-roomed world, ripe for development, All I know is concrete—the unfinished office project With rebars...

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