I went
to the festival.
The one
with confetti.
The one
where he comes
out and
speaks.
Dresses in a
Traditional
Korean
Hanbok,
black and gold
like a king.
He looks at me
when I come.
With my
baggy, green pants
and
black shirt
with a
bomer jacket
lazily thrown
over my shoulders.
Rolled up sleeves
just because.
His white hair
is strikingly bright
in contrast
to my
dull
black hair.
