Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Poetry 2017 | Page 179
Turning right at the dentist’s,
The long tang (2) came into sight.
My house was a big, square, dark grey concrete building,
Just like all the other sixty-nine.
Baba (3) waved at me in the car, urging me to hurry.
Yet I had no intention to scurry.
With my eyes I captured the pulchritudinous view,
And bade my city a fond adieu.
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(1) Grandfather
(2) A cluster of houses surrounded by a communal wall which is characteristic of Shanghai
(3) Father