poem: girl standing (abroad)

girl standing

in the yellowing light of a foreign classroom with

asian fingerprints on the windows

and her face turned up to the rippling low green

mountains that sneak up to the smog and

the blue

horizons. she has a red scarf twisted

around her neck and her future

with the romance pecking at the exotic-glass

and her hands turned up to

different things coming like roses. her

eyes are closed

but she is finally breathing, the wind

among the gingko trees too different from

the floating things inside her.

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