Equatorial evenings come early.

To us 49th parallel dwellers,

hot days equal 10 pm sunsets.

Not in Malaysia.

We ascend to KL Tower's cheapest level,

The city glitters below,

We wish for better angles and less glare.

At the Petronas Towers,

Silver giants connected by bridge,

We wait to pose for postage-stamp selfies

Night two, MUD musical.

Undeterred by a minuscule audience,

The enthusiastic cast share Kuala Lumpur's origin story.

Through raging fires, and devastating floods,

the multicultural community persevered.

We, audience members, play roles

Extinguishing flames, making food, dancing in celebration.

Such a better investment than overhyped KL tower.