Jeongwook Yi // PASSING BY

When their paths crossed,

they glimpsed.

Her, with careless hair, caramel skin,

and mischievous eyes

Him, with heavy shoulders, bruised cheeks,

and bottomless eyes.

They met,

in a world without taxis, without skyscrapers, without smog.

They spoke,

in a world without English, without Chinese, without speech.

At each other they glimpsed,

assumed,

then kept walking.

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