Junk on the Water

Red sails rear up
lion dance, bucking bronco
spurning concrete blocks
behind, in relief and white
waspish helicopters
turn to Macau

She slides away
leaving me – bereft, odd,
empty
to a spooling gold sundown
and Palmer’s vocals, thick as
wine glasses and shattering

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About fiercemissc

Twenty-something Geordie girl living and working in Hong Kong. Young, free and single and making the most of it.
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