November 1, 2017 orangeq2017

Bart to SF

How I love you, shipping containers in the Port of Oakland
Giant cranes and corrugated warehouse roofs, this last view of land--
Because in a second it's all gone, subtracted down to a thin white line
Above the entrance to the tunnel

Then, not even that...

Down here, we are the only ones
Talking and thinking and texting each other
Keeping warm
We are the only warm dot
Under how many tons of frigid water

Darkness
Darkness out the window
Until we emerge to the sound 
Of many feet pattering
And many more, outside the station – a whole city
A different city
In the world ruled by the sun

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Mike Zhai was born in Shanghai and grew up on the West Coast of the United States. He lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan and is the founder and facilitator of One Pause Poetry Salon.

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Read more Mike Zhai poems published in Orange Quarterly:

Love Poem (winner of the 2017 Green House Poetry Prize)

Lunch Poem 6/23/14

Dawn

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