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by Jim Richmond
Once, while walking through the steel forest
photo by author
And concrete trees of Hong Kong, I looked up
And was surprised by sky, startled by the moon.
A vast black emptiness and a great white eye
Staring down at me from an improbable perch
I’m more used to the caramelized reflections
And glassy stares of constructed things.
We know how to look up. We’ve had practice.
We've built powerful engines for searching.
When I was a bit less of whatever it is I am now,
We had the lost and found. And now?
Once, while walking through Hong Kong,
Looking for something,
I was surprised.