Breathing Beijing

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 08, 2018

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cigarette smoke sifts through
a cellophane sky
the ramshackle siheyuans 
gray-gabled and low
slump in the yellow light of
sunset / a one-cylinder
thut-thut's by / a stray corgie
tongue lolling and eyes heavy
crouches in the shadow
of a fruit crate / two aunties
squat on their pillow chairs
spill whispers like precious water
they point at the blonde heads
of the wai guo ren passing by
and my how the smells dress nicely for
the foreigners (a smock of roast duck
and a knit cravat of pork baozi)
and as night stumbles drunkenly
into the lane / no one changes a thing
there is no respite from the honking
Hallelujah / the sun can't be seen in this
city / so when it sets nothing stops
click click and whir it keeps on chugging
here there are two lungs rasping on
exhaust pipes / but somewhere 
within this ribcage of clouds
a scarlet sun is beating / somewhere
your scarlet face is looking up to kiss
the rain / somewhere in a place I 
remember but am not sure exists 
the sun is shining and we are
breathing good old oxygen
with clear lungs
 
somewhere is where I want to be
and it is on its way
the sun is shining on us
summ(w)er(e)
 
 
 


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