Night train to Xian
Our bus fights counter currents
Of autos, bicycles, and people
To take us to the train station;
To the seething mass
Of travelers,
Bright lights and loud voices.
The flag-led group
Threads through gates
Spans many trains in the station
To seek the soft bed car
To Xian.
Softly and smoothly
The electric engine
Pulls a line of cars
From Beijing and the night;
To a land
Filled with caves,
And mysteries carefully colored
with tree blossoms.
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