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| Queen's birthday parade, Kowloon, early 1960s |
Letter to Hong Kong
after Letter to N.Y., Elizabeth Bishop
In
your next letter I wish you’d stay
just
as you were, easygoing;
the
hills, the beaches, the Malay
curries,
growing and unknowing,
sophisticated
taxis in glittering light,
downing
a Coke float, the bowling ball
striking
straight, travelling yards and yards.
No
one would ever grow old.
Rows
of flame of the forest trees so green,
musical
drone on a stave,
and
suddenly you’re in a different place
where
everything seems to be scathed
by
leaving, riots and firecrackers
banned,
a price to be paid...
Day 10 of the NaPWriMo challenge, and I'm attempting to chart my views about Hong Kong from my teenage years living there, then the years following when I came across challenges to the dominant colonial political views.
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