Precious
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Summer!
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Summer!
One cicada just visiting by the window.
Sitting on the lovely cold wooden floor,
one big bite of a red watermelon.
Wow-
Juicy sweet coolness,
clear and transparent
like the stream in a deep forest.
Cool shade of a hut.
Watermelons freshly picked from the field around
it.
Within sound of cicada.
My dad's summer childhood memories.
His smiling voice.
Falling…
falling…
asleep…
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| Won Kang, Été 2014 |
