Dhammakaya

above the cat and the mouse
is the hearth of man and the sun of steel
Wang, the king, fidgets over his language skills
while feeding the peacock
This morning, as a matter of fact,
Mrs. Wang took one of his shoes
for amusement
and chipped a few golf balls on the lawn
until he emerged in rage
throwing the other shoe
in a gentle arc that landed before her
mismatched feet

the rice paddies
stroked lovingly with hands buried
in the same hills they worked
are growing silent with age
and death
On the vector to Incheon airport
I was looking for the familiar lights
and concrete jungle,
like that which lives
in the hearth of man,
glowing like a thousand pretentious suns
while goading wild fires
instead there was the moon
peeking back through the rice paddies
at the edge of Seoul

(...)

-dcl
in Gurye