It's been a grey day in Gimpo
Even the 까치 were wearing scarves
and whistling in minor 7 flat 5ths
Yesterday I was thinking of ways to sass the hot midday sun
for the offense of forcing an outfit change.
"I've known you since you were this high!", I'd say
with my palm facing the earth somewhere around my thigh-
just because I was awake before sunrise.
Now I find myself wishing I hadn't been quite so quick to draw my sword
Not so very far to the northeast the Han trudges by
head down, arms full of groceries
paying no attention to passers-by
sharing the last light of late afternoon.
Seventy eight more hours.
