ebbortz

Monday, May 02, 2016

earth note 400

the kimchi was
a perfect sour
like the cabbage knew
before it was cut

on this sunday
seoul would let the rains come
     cold
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 marched
for 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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