Poem 4

 

Christmas Morning, 1973

 

cold winds gust

annoying my face with rain

city-smells bother from the slopes

of Hong Kong

 

the world is grey

city to starboard

harbor water rippled with rain

freighters and junks

in the murky distance

all grey in the dawn

 

my thoughts, too

leaden

clouded

from Christmas Eve liquor

in a rancid bar

forced merriment and endless whiskeys

trying to forget

what I cannot forget

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