Issue Thirty-Three - Winter 2019

Beijing

By Joseph Chaney

On a street leading away from
the palace, motorized rickshaws
stand. The drivers shout. And we, ten-
thousand kilometers from home,
how can we not be lost? We are.
But we have time. So we turn back,
and they see how useless it is
to curse us, but also, how right.

Copyright Chaney 2019