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Trek View on Nepal: Himalayan Studies Gap Year Semester with Where There Be Dragons


Blue meets brown.
Quickly I turn my eyes down
To weathered shoes on cracked pavement.

I want to melt into this city,
Stand on the curb and watch traffic go by.
Instead traffic watches me.

The dust covers every crack, every crevice,
It mingles among vehicles and chats with people going by.

As I walk along the road I feel it coating me
Like a second layer of skin.

To dust, we are all the same.

I want to be covered in dust.
Roll in dust.
Be dust.

Maybe then I could blend in.

But the dust can’t disguise me.
Underneath I am still undeniably