At nights…..

Careening back

968 express to Yuen Long

in the deep black of the tropical dampness

Saw a girl who looked just like her

Straight mane like a midnight waterfall

With streaks of fury sweet and glorious

Slim elegant honey clad simply

C-girl dark shirt new jeans

Rapid fire smoky pitch

To her sharp edged canto-chatter

on her shiny videoIpodmobile

Maybe a week old

The rest didn’t exist apparently

Except her own virtual reality

And it reminded me of her

just like her

Livin’ gorgeous in her own youthful insanity

At nights, now

Pondering wondering

Whatever it is, to woo her back

from across the widening void

of our disparity,

my stubbornness, her vanity

finally, sent in

black-and-white-

on an electric ice neon blue screen

a few simple

plastic clicks

my plea

waiting, breathless, in silence.