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He organizes
volunteers for Sung Bin, the
orphanage
for girls, young women
here in Gwangju. Former man
with “wheels to the stars,”
everyone feels his
presence when
he enters a room.
Often a room to
raise money for yet
another cause, or quaffing
water at
Alleyways, he’s a
miracle in shades, glad to
be here. He caught the
Gwangju spirit and
volunteers
as both thank you and
diligence, thus a
carrying-
card Gwangjuvian, is one
of two I
know who lost daughters.
Such unexpected
sadness was
debilitating only
a short time,
smoothly he returned
to cheer us all up.
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Her mane, that
of a Chow Chow, and
DSL beauty
that defines
modern Korea,
walks into Kino
on her birthday, no less, to
celebrate via
videos
of old music stars
she hardly
knows. If the place had
been full she
and her friend
may have stayed longer,
but she’s on to you
and that’s unusual in
a place where square has
a quantum
definition, the
layers of
which can be hidden by light
blue mini
skirt, open
philosophy, then
exposed first
by nondrinking status, then
confirmed as
banter meant to spark
pushes out the door.
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Does one blushing smile,
innocent in its attempt
to say hello and
good-bye at
once qualify as
poetry?
Or must there be some
philosophical
underpinning that
jumps to the fore? Peace
means adult red face
as an opportunity
to blossom, and a
restaurant
where time is itself
worth noting
on this bloody earth,
starved, parched, war-torn tears
flowing, cruelty-
filled type of planet.
So if you’re
munching on plastic chairs at
some seven
eleven, able
to watch life flow by
for an hour,
imagine just how good you
have it, when
in front of backdrop
that’s not so easy.
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Dark mountain causes
purple fog
minutes away from
being burned away
as assorted insects use
legs to chirp morning
calls in shady breeze
that soon yields to heat
that welcomes
blanket picnics and
daring lovers to
disrobe just
meters off beaten
path on Sunday in
homage to the creator.
Earlier two girls
crossed paths three times with
the man: bus, store, street.
Laughing at
coincidence, they
just miss a
fourth, which would have caught him full
thrust with
his adventuresome hot
baby-doll. But, just
as they might
have heard the two, a pheasant
squawked, flew low
overhead, scared the
two, who ran away.
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