4 AM Hong Kong

Lift up your head
red rose of England.
And hear the autumn roar.
Slow fireflies,
playing hide and seek.
As fear replaces joy.

Orion and polaris,
night walking on busy streets.
A wild dog, crying out.
In the vain hope,
of filling the long night.

Everything moving.
Clouds, buses, birds
….. and me.
Farther than last night.
And no longer blended
with laughter.

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