(Poem #5 on new numbering scheme)
the sound of the wind in winter in the frozen leaves of the frozen trees is perfect the buildings trace lavender-shaded straight lines against pales orange curls of sky near sunset nearby there are boys practicing soccer on the dirt on the playground of Munhwa Elementary School and their breath snakes up in visible lines of white in the January afternoon the setting sun reflects garishly off garish signs off a building across the street off in a separate place again the sound of the wind in winter in the frozen leaves of the frozen trees is perfect
This poem is beautiful. I assume, since there’s no other attribution, that you wrote it. I’m enjoying browsing your blog’s archives via the Life is A Dream category. I’ve seen most of the posts before, but I hadn’t seen this one.