On a Fast Train From Shanghai
a shy peak,
a finger between
the seat,
finally a quiet
“hello”
a giggle,
a young boy
breaks the cultural divide
makes contact with a
“Big Nose”
from their perspective
we all look alike.
The train flies
on cement pillons
a hundred feet above
fields cultivated
twice yearly
by calloused peasant hands
on micro plots
paralleling a new
super highway.
Bill boards American style
boast unachievable consumer
goods viewed against
a dirty night sky.
Oblivious the little boy
peaks over his seat.
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