Hong Kong Second
So cast me like a lonesome stone,
‘Cross foaming white and swirling blue,
Cast a drift like jettison,
To a homicidal city rued.
Where be those Hong Kong seconds?
Those which ticked with yellow-lit Sun,
Those minutes past in lilac mirth
Whose sound did leave the dark undone.
Is Baltimore a grim-bleak city,
Dragging Hong Kong second one year through;
Is intimate a feeling sense,
Or a place within the arms of you?
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