Han River Poems : November 2018

Sunday, November 11, 2018

There is no overtime in flames

Or anything left behind

When the bike flies up the river

As the wind downstream dies

The rich will renew Malibu

Once the fire is through

Stealthily bomb the workers

The ones they do not see

I am sitting by the riverside

They cannot injure me

For all the back and forth our voting

Give us fires of foreboding

The egret waits and wades the river

In incorruptible instinct

Unaware of nature’s beauty

To nature does its duty

and I try to emulate its glide

Mount the bike and take a ride

So on hot ember keep the faith
But cannot quench the thirst
Come too far to renounce an error

The mistaken messiah lasts forever

Sitting by the riverside pen in hand

I live in sync with eternity grand