I saw the moon that wasn't mine


There it was.
A day too late. 
The moon that belongs to the Chinese 
wasn't for me to see 
the day they all saw it.
I wonder if the Feng Shui masters 
would approve of the way I shot it?
There's the Bank of China bank tower. 
By architect IM Pei. 
The dragons don't like that building, 
according to the Feng Shui forces.
It has too many sharp angles. 
Not boding well for business.
China is doing quite well at the moment. 
But it might be better to wait and see.
The taller building to the right 
is the tallest of the two IFC towers.
It houses a mall with the most exclusive brands on earth.
It's one of the most prestigious office buildings in Hongkong.
It's part of the complex you end up in when taking 
the Airtrain from the airport. 
This could be your first impression of this city.
There are hotels and restaurants, cinemas, 
and just about everything you'd ever need.
As a matter of fact, 
you could well fly into Hongkong, 
go to IFC, 
spend a week, 
and then go back.
You could claim to having been in the real Hongkong. 
As modern as it is.
Or you perhaps haven't been in Hongkong.
And like me 
you'd miss the Moon Festival.

Comments

again, tore, you're reminding me of poetry. especially your first line...

anyone lived in a pretty how town
(with up so floating many bells down)
spring summer autumn winter
he sang his didn't he danced his did

Women and men(both little and small)
cared for anyone not at all
they sowed their isn't they reaped their same
sun moon stars rain

children guessed(but only a few
and down they forgot as up they grew
autumn winter spring summer)
that noone loved him more by more

when by now and tree by leaf
she laughed his joy she cried his grief
bird by snow and stir by still
anyone's any was all to her

someones married their everyones
laughed their cryings and did their dance
(sleep wake hope and then)they
said their nevers they slept their dream

stars rain sun moon
(and only the snow can begin to explain
how children are apt to forget to remember
with up so floating many bells down)

one day anyone died i guess
(and noone stooped to kiss his face)
busy folk buried them side by side
little by little and was by was

all by all and deep by deep
and more by more they dream their sleep
noone and anyone earth by april
wish by spirit and if by yes.

Women and men(both dong and ding)
summer autumn winter spring
reaped their sowing and went their came
sun moon stars rain
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http://kristof.blogs.nytimes.com/2007/09/27/moon-cakes-in-shanghai/?hp
Tore Claesson said…
man, you're forcing me to find a tone of voice. i will now have to think poetry. that's hard. it's easy to go cheesy, and rhyme on lime.