Where the one or two story and the striving
mid-rise
Stand in a state of obsequious genuflection to
the new kids,
Those confused high-rises of shape and colors
that defy reason,
Merely wishing to strut a new dress in high heels.
Massage parlors, shoulders touching, squeeze
Between the car repair lot, the three story
apartment building,
And the new status office or condominium
behemoths.
Broken pieces of sidewalk attest to the
confusion.
An infallible measure of optimism, cranes
Mark the transition that as yet appears tenuous,
As though the inevitable victory of "market
forces"
Is not yet vouchsafed.
Bangkok is a city on the make.
Its brand of soft capitalism
Asks for seduction rather than domination,
Hoping her choices will allow for progress.
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