My running route in Hong Kong.
There are roads—
paths I know by heart.
Up and down and up and down,
I run.
End to start.
There are paths—
friends I pound apart.
Fast and slow and fast and slow,
we go,
with no restart.
There are friends—
routes of little art.
Loud and soft and loud and soft,
we talk.
They know my heart.
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