by Bobby W., 17

Blurred, crystal at the edge of an eye,
Did not cry
Shimmer of rays glance through
Look up now, Ms. Lethargic

Vintage brown shades of sunset glow
A slender gust blow
Whimsical around the cusp of your dimples;
Your ears: tranquil silence

Silence with sound
The sound of a thumping heart
Nature’s tapping of her drum
Embracing blow of the horn
Her hum, lonelier than the twilight sun
Like the tequila hue of tenderness

Shifting ghosts
No soul in sight
Yet warmth remain
A dying solitude;

The eternal content of
A smiling summer afternoon

Hong Kong