those dirt and mud
eyes
walk along a trail
a thousand feet
in the sterling sky.
puddles everywhere
he laughs the way he would walk
through a forest on fire
soundlessly
It rained again last night
he says he is truly
tired this time
at the end of the forest
where no trail leads
there is a valley
and a bench
a single step’s length away.
he steps
soundlessly
a flock of black birds scatter
Joh-Jung Writes 