observe the sour wild strawberry
green and lowdown
growing in the happy garden
nurtured until plump
squirreled behind chicken wire
weeded and watered
until ready to be plucked
but eaten away by ants
never got the chance
Han River banks are overgrown
hiding myriad screeching birds
bending boughs of tall grass
singing songs in the soft Tan-Zih breeze
even egrets swoop to land
hear the brisk cacophony
well prepared for winter
unlike the sour wild strawberry
breezily, the rice stalks dream into
crackling pops of dissipation
boy-shaped cloud drifts
from skies of mother earth
under her skirt
attached to a sustaining runner
a sour wild strawberry revealed
consuming the fumes of fragrant nights
November 5, 2016
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