Christmas Morning, 1974
cold winds gust
annoying my face with rain
city-smells bother
from the slopes of Hong Kong
the world is grey -
city to starboard
harbor water rippled with rain
freighters and junks in the murky distance
all grey in the dawn
my thoughts too - leaden
clouded from Christmas Eve liquor
in a rancid bar -
forced merriment and endless whiskeys
trying to forget
what I cannot forget
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Author:
Will Hiltz (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is the last of what I consider my top-tier poems that I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'ll be posting here. But some lesser lights will appear from here on out which may still appeal. Enjoy.
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Comments4
And enjoy I did - great write
yes I agree and now I have a hang over enjoyable read! ww
Good write.
Great write
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