I would trade
almost anything
for us
in
Gwanghwamun. Soba for lunch,
octopus for dinner,
a book from Kyobo
and a stroll beyond
Insadong. The sun would set and
a bowl of dongdongju
(without the slice of ginseng and grass)
would set out spirits free. perhaps with a side of dubu kimchi,
I would ease into the electric night. I wouldn’t long for another place
other than where I sat, slept, and ate.
For the last minute or so… I was i Gwanghwamun. Thank you.
For the last minute or so… I was i Gwanghwamun. Thank you.
For the last minute or so… I was i Gwanghwamun. Thank you.