- Vol. 01
- Chapter 09
Now Let’s See if Honest Words Can Be
Let me see:
first thing that catches my eyes is
not what the city seems to demand;
it is the golden shadows flickering through small windowpanes
on a mundane concrete building.
No; it is
not the sweep-racing ford,
nor two elderly men dressed neat in check plaid shirts deep in a game of their whole lives laid out in the eight x eight board,
nor road signs written in unfamiliar English,
nor the Street Scene in some hollywood movie distantly remembered.
Have you ever felt the thrums of foreignness shooting through your stomach?
It is that
in the pale sparkling yellow
bouncing off the buildings.