If you place a fern
under a stone
the next day it will be
nearly invisible
as if the stone has
swallowed it.

If you tuck the name of a loved one
under your tongue too long
without speaking it
it becomes blood
sigh
the little sucked-in breath of air
hiding everywhere
beneath your words.

No one sees
the fuel that feeds you.

Submitted by R. Joyce Heon

This poems talks about the destruction power of time. A fern under pressure in a span of time would disappear. Your memory of a loved one could be lost if he/she is not remembered/spoken. Something that is hidden away could be lost forever. In Hong Kong context, if Hong Kong history and Hong Kong story is not written, narrated, retold or passed onto our next generation, our collective memory could be lost one day. And, our Hong Kong identity would be lost as well. That is exactly when mainlandization becomes successful in Hong Kong. Therefore, Hong Kong people should keep telling Hong Kong story to keep our Hong Kong identity alive so that our city will not be dying out.

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