your soul’s refraction
I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,
What’s that you say?
I’ll stick to my insolent self-assuredness,
infuriating, unfriendly and full of fight…
Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung – musky in the air. Full and soft.
What dwell amid the rows of cement collars,
astride the mounted hills stepped with sustaining grass
and winding from the Seoul of late descent
came by morning of early trained mass?…