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The BHC
The BHC
An old building rots
In Hong Kong’s humid heat.
Paint flakes off
IBeams rust
Dirty windows conceal broken blinds conceal
Some strange old secret.
All around, dense trees.
Life.
Succulent, green, wind-tossed riot.
Red and green
Bright, eye-striking yellow
And green
And brown and
Green.
Traffic flows past, just a few cars
In this part of town.
An old building rots
In Hong Kong’s humid heat.
Paint flakes off
IBeams rust
Dirty windows conceal broken blinds conceal
Some strange old secret.
All around, dense trees.
Life.
Succulent, green, wind-tossed riot.
Red and green
Bright, eye-striking yellow
And green
And brown and
Green.
Traffic flows past, just a few cars
In this part of town.
Published 27th May 2016
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