Vietnamese Traffic - Edit 1

[justcloudy]

I keep coming back to this poem wjames, and each time I've wanted to comment but didn't know what to say. But rereading it just now I think I've figured out why I like it so much. As others have said, it's not because the language is masterfully poetic or evocative. It's because I know that scene. And I've lived through that scene and have had the same thought as you-- how poetic the chaos really is. And I appreciate that you're trying to put that into words. Some of the most poetic moments I've had living in Casablanca, Morocco for the past five years have been in the little, 30+ year old red taxis that take me from place to place as I get squished in the sweltering, stinky interior and get stuck in traffic. So no mopeds for me, and no monsoons, but I get it. So, no critique here, the others have said what needed to be said, but I hope you stick with this one. And if you see a poem about taxis jammed in traffic from me soon, thanks.

-jc