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A Foreigner in the Street By Tony Zurlo He is a foreigner, she knows not from his casual dress or height, but his large egg-shaped eyes, green like lazy lotus leaves. And when they shift to look at her, the blue sky frames his tanned face. She knows because his nose is long and angular and flared like a stallion. His hair is a bleached-out brown from too many hours under the sun, and his hips sway with a western rhythm, a swagger unlike any Asian gait. From him radiates an energy for being, an offer to seek the universe squeezed into a shell and turn customs upside down, to walk defiantly through Tiananmen and shout nonsense at officialdom, to feel the passion that awakens life. |