The structure and flux of light as it moves through the city, sieved by nylon mosquito
Screens or glinting off green and blue and silver mirrored office tower façades
LED signs and screens pop in didi headlights
The moon at noon, phone screens phone screens phone, multi-story ad screens
Drugged-out beige muzzy haze on an overcast code-purple PM2.5 day
Fire beneath the wok of the street food cart, heat and smoke both
memories and this moment’s clean-burned lie
Such smells to go with tastes and textures — broth, fresh fruit, varnish
Cigarette smoke, incense, solvents, cold Metro metal straphanger bars
Underground on a sweltering August
afternoonstandingroomonlyandbarelythatmillionsuponmillionsofhumans