Canton Holiday | 广州假期

By | 1 October 2020

Translated by Iris Fan Xing


thirty-nine thousand feet above
a thin blue line runs across
an unknown island on the map

on the other side of the equator
another pair of eyes
lead you through
peak hour crowds

old memories replaced by the new
some names match
their faces, others don’t

on a descending escalator
you see people ascending
for the New Year countdown


she said
when representing history
you need to defamiliarise

does she mean we should see
through the eyes of that stray cat?

sliding my hand into my pocket
touched two one yuan coins
except one slightly bigger

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