a perfect sour
like the cabbage knew
before it was cut
on
this sunday
seoul would
let the rains comecold
but not before
my bicycle traversed the hills again
to itaewon where i politely
passed up handmade shoes
a clipless demeanor needs no apology
i held my gaze on the river han
& a score of kites
swallowing the sun & wind offering
across the
river
thousands of
teachers marchedfor their rights
the tear gas came
just as the rain started
a family motioned me
into their shop
huddling in a corner
to share shelter
--- e b bortz
seoul,
1990
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