This one is based on a real set of memories of a short period of time many years ago.
Hong Kong—First Approach
The ship pushed aside thickening new air,
Warm, damp, candied by the breath
Of people in precarious urban hives
On the musk green hillsides—
A caramel perspiration over
The fresh salt of open sea.
Flat glass and steel shards intimidate
The shore, rising like kept promises
Between the teeming bay
And the random ridgeline.
Stark puffs preen with quiet impudence
Across the brazen blue above.
A world uncanny that calls to me
“Welcome home.”
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