Train to Shanxi China



Because the rain was rushing,
my sight dimmed
the road long
and all I could see where buildings.

Because the Architecture
was limestone and glass, 
ready to break at any moment.

Because I had waited for hours 
in a train, only to find 
myself as a boy looking in disgust, 
stepping back in fear 
when I approached.

Only to reopen 
the wounds, 
as I imagined myself 
looking at the train, 
looking at myself outside, 


Lista de imágenes:
1. Brett Amory, Waiting #81.