In one shrill cry

Moon, out of the sky.
In the dense mist,
and a long way from home.
A goshawk, flies in the space.
Between warehouses and
forgotten hutongs.
Spiralling up between
grey pieces of iron and steel.
A veiled marriage of betrayal.
I feel a longing……
For the time,
before I came here……
With streetlights,
gleaming in the dusk.
And nights of love,
that are too short.

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