2015-05-20

Here Nowhere |
Suchoon Mo

I am only going home
there is no music
there is no moonlight

the soundless misty rain
I own this dark night

the earth used to be flat
her chest used to be flat
not any more

if a frog comes to my door
what should I say to him?

I don't remember her face any more
I don't remember her voice any more
I remember it was long ago

snow flakes are falling
like cherry blossoms in spring

dread of tomorrow is here
hope of yesterday is nowhere
here nowhere 
now



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He is a retired academic living in the semiarid part of Colorado.

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