(Poem #1 on new numbering scheme – this is a somewhat arbitrary beginning, arrived at by working backwards from my strong poem-writing habit at the end of the decade. There are poems written that predate this point in time – perhaps I’ll give them negative numbers.)
Nostalgia in July The sky was overpopulated by the wind. I had no friends. I struggled to carry a smile for strangers because happiness is the most important thing. The green-laden branches of trees labored to lift the earth into the clouds. The storm tore up its first draft in frustration. So rain droplets scattered, like solitude in a crowded subway. The dry spaces between the droplets shrank, afraid and consumed by the imperial splashes of water. How trite. How tiny. A twilight of car headlights lased the half-offered monsoon. Triumph of gray, but it's only inside. Golden, radiant joy of still being alive, if only I could convince myself. Unjokingly, the rain comes (장난이 아니게 비가 오네요).
– a free form poem.
