Levity

Clotho

Crooked cross

Mount Royal

Below the mount a sequined sea

of light refracts all distances.

This bay of luminosity—

the point, a wave, their synthesis.

Monteregion hills are hunching

low against a slow mauve sky.

Every lamp’s a stone, that’s one thing—

spurn and glow and forgot why

you ever sought a lighthouse-height,

to wade out through a bent bright tide.

The difference a distance makes—

how far away is deep inside.

Korean Birthday

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