Moondance
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night.
My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night.
Night, blast, blight, cast
Silver, quiet, quiver, diet…
You are my every line
my conscious grammar
my pen
my hammer.
I’m wearing a hat today It’s blue
“Why is it blue?”
You might ask… As I do.
My blue hat
My blue cap
My cool cap…
…To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction
Soaring in the space above words,
it lowers its view to woods and lake,
circles and sees…
I appeared
eyebrows frozen
radiator red ears…
On a warm twist of winter
At 5:30 in the morning of Korean calm
An early bus slips past the chot noon [first snow]
Sailing down in windless clusters
Like whispers
Wetting windshields…
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