Winter
Wild blackness rolls in the skies. Its whorls are city coals, sheets of skeletal water shimmer in the harbor.
The feathers of winter, a harbinger tolling over the land, snapping fires feed morning twilight. Air seeps over my arms.
On the ridge of trees, birds settle, rasping of distant waters. Light rays and fills land heights, a drained reservoir, thorny leaves. The wind carries grey ashes, squash loads the lands, rippled grey roofs meet the sea, winter's coils sink against the star-flashing nightfall.
JF
Chinhae City, South Korea
1995
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