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Jun 2013
There is a baby who is crying
like a lion caught in barbed wire
and he turns to me
and now he looks like
a cub who has just been snatched

The tour guide father shows the westerners Kaitak
to distract them from the fact
that his baby is roaring
he tells them to wear their seat belts
or there will be a 5000 dollar fine
I wonder if its just that he doesn’t want to
be held accountable for
if the driver flips
and we flip too

We’d be upside-down
sailing through the air
on a roller coaster loop
with no track there

and the baby would cry
The radio would play it’s canto-pop songs
The lady next to me with the beautiful smile would scream
The man with the purple glasses would be wearing purple glasses no more
My laptop would fly

Considering my luck
I’d probably take my last breath then quickly die
and how nice it would be to fly
just before I slept
Ruth Boon
Written by
Ruth Boon  Hong Kong
(Hong Kong)   
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