hexagonal windows in Hong Kong,
another garden of moving sculptures,
swords and scarves and limbs in sync,
the end of a morning tai chi class.
Everything inside me moves, too, out
of control and screaming like sirens,
all sweltering, unanswered questions.
Flamingos stalk through pools that rise
as I watch, swelling thick air to fill
the space between us.
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