Hong Kong Harbor View
Moving white neon lines,
Trace I.M. Pei’s Bank of China.
Elegant understated rhythm,
Precise and perfect.
Flowing lighted flags of cargo ships,
Behemoths of the world.
Bare bulb strings of pale yellow,
Pulsing to boat engines,
Walla wallas chugg everywhere.
Warship hurricane bows and guns,
Glowing menacingly across,
The surface shimmer from Kowloon.
Coming from a myriad shops.
Checkered patterns from the towers,
On the Hong Kong side.
Rising higher by the day.
Glowing gardens of the rich on old Victoria Peak.
Shining down from splendid views.
And the umbilical for all,
The hardy Hong Kong-Kowloon Ferry,
Plowing foamy paths for 100 years.
Hong Kong Harbor sets the standard,
Just ask anyone.
Copyright © James Rudd | Year Posted 2010
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