Oh how I love the city at night–
the lights, the lights
the quietest signs of life
sharp against the cold air
from a distance the interstate
mistranslated, say
a river, or a winter wind
or one unending exhalation
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
Dear C.
Living in Hong King I am fully with light energy, good and bad.
On to my reason for contacting.
As an audio engineer / media teacher for decades. I am beginning a project to record people’s poems into audio sequences.
I plan to use a variety of voices – seemingly most suitable for the poem …
I will also craft an audio sequence to lie underneath. Ambience, music, effect – what ever.
Naturally I would need permission and also comments from the author.
Who knows, it may be good and provide fresh ears on your words.
You can see more about me : https://deanlea.wordpress.com/
Let me know your thoughts.
deanleahk@gmail.com
Be safe
Smiles
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