City
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45 City No fingers claw at the bronze gauze Of a Hong Kong December dusk, Only a maze of criss-crossing feet That enmeshes the city In a merciless grid. Between many lanes Of traffic, the street-sleeper Carves out his island home. Or under the thundering fly-over, Another makes his own peace of mind. Under the staircase, By the public lavatory, A man entirely unto himself Lifts his hand And opens his palm. His digits Do not rend the air, They merely touch As pain does, effortlessly. ...
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