Original poetry walks on the edge of the city.

Brother Wen | Brick Mover

Walking on the Edge of the City

Night has come quietly

I slowly walked out of the construction site

towards the wind. Towards the rain

Walking through the busy streets of the city

Walking through the green belts under street lamps

Walking on the straight blind road

Walking through a bowl of rice noodles with a price of six yuan

I sat down to eat

Walking through fried rice with a price of ten yuan

I smelled the fragrance of eggs

Walking through the dusty migrant workers' brothers

We walked together

We all went into a coma.