Hong Kong Afternoon

Across Victoria Bay
rain obliterates
The scudding, grey waves
slick with oil
kiss the clouds with moistened lips.

The mountain, lost in fog
nuzzles the sky
enquires of the mist
what happened to that strange
ant city
that was here
a moment
a lifetime ago.

Suddenly, the sky lifts
buildings appear –
a tenuous shaft of light
a soft fall of all my dreams
not making heaven’s grade
drop quietly back to earth.

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