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. _________________________________________________________________________________ (1) Grandfather (2) A cluster of houses surrounded by a communal wall which is characteristic of Shanghai (3) Father