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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.