Hong Kong Second

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?

RK

Featured Photo: Hong Kong Free Press

 

 

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