This man of mud and marrow
decides to question the street
for no one walks
anymore they stroll with cranes
and hats removed an orange
poncho in empty flowers
that golden wake across the lawn
breaking little rakes akimbo
tree and mermaid song 
a map under glass remembering

 

Constipation is an
occupation of wilting
umbrellas are never there
when you need them weeping
in the trestle a camera hidden is a
still daisy of remembrance that
black card played when lights
sleep we rest this journey
lies with paper instead of toes

from Seoul Bus Poems, Reality Street, 2010