Stockholm

 

Walking around the streets of Stockholm without a map
a furiously sunlit day, an equally Nordic wind;
nothing but shadows and sun edged roofs to guide me
down one street, back up the same
searching for some familiar something.

On these streets I could almost be in white America
I stand out; passing through hollow underground veins,
metal armed petals, slowing,
we give each other long paused looks.

Like a memory of your reflection in a mirror:
same brown tanned skin, almond eyes, small rounded noses for humidity
and long enviably black hair; a connection
like recognition, knowing our marked differences
feeling our latitudes in origin.


Text: Joy Hui Lin, Foto: Elizabeth Quinn

Joy Hui Lin var en av vinnarna i Mellanförskapets Persepolistävling i november 2007.

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