dear jiyun » jhs

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dear jiyun,

I'm at the dockside,
it's windy
and quiet, as if people
have vanished
from the face of the earth.

storks like being spilled on the
drab canvas
of dim blue
&
tiny glistering drops
cascading
from a dreary sky

others singing,
others crying out,
we'll never know

foggy and cold
why would a summer day
be so
depressing,

mimicking
what I hide inside me

trying to blink my own
waterworks away

but the lack of human presence
comforts my unsuccessful
attempt to
disguise the fluid of
anguish.

I gathered my pieces
and had a walk
around the place,

came across quite a few
dinks,
boats,
ships,
all of them floating
like being
forgotten, in the
need of care
they're missing out on

back and forth
little movements,

in their home one would say

yet tied,
attached there

trapped one would say

waiting for the next pack
of people
to transfer,
just to
get away from the painful
sameness,
the routine

marooned in all ways
I would say.

thoughts wandering
in my mind
like usually these days