Season would watch

A cold gust in the morning
reminded me
that Autumn is my season

•

In an alley,
I suddenly felt Korea inside.
And I began to lament the day,
I no longer would.

•

We celebrated the return of a king
Dethroning the monkey king.
A figure looming larger than life,
larger than fear,
as large as hope itself.
The voice of the throng united in a chant
in celebration of a new dawn.
I among them watched.
It was enough
to watch.