Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Duane Vorhees writes

   --after Yun Dongju

Late spring, the anticipated Saturday
the three-thirty train for Kyungsung
in a puff of coal smoke
chugs by

The ball's now lost
that old magnetic pull
sufficient once to draw this body away
and a wet mouthful's enough
to quench the burn in the throat.
Young blood hurries through the heart,
and the two iron legs drop down.

And the train's black smoke
and the blue mountain
past the heat's shimmer.

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