The City That Wasn't There
By Alexandra Seidel
7 March 2011
Memories of Beijing
Hush the sunlight
in your swollen belly of mist,
dirty breath of car or furnace,
progress. You
are here now as you have been
in different incarnations
elsewhen
different sounds; (softer, yet no less harsh)
different smells; (stranger, yet no less bile)
You
have never really left
the Forbidden City of your heart
the realm you built
to your own grandeur
The northern center of the jade
polished realm
you were never real enough
for them to take you away.
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