Weekly feature by: Hon-Wai Wong

The Big-House, November 30, 2013

The minute hairs on her cheek
bristle in the midday cold
and her lips smash into his
as the brass band throats
its crescendo
and four silver planes parade.
The bleachers ripple
and the men on the lime carpet
plough into each other
with ceremony.

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