I read Ko Un today
the news of flowers
eases the poverty of this world*
still
even as I walk the town
to chase the shivers through my skin
I feel like a dead dog’s jaw
slowly
season after season
days of rain after days of rain
it sinks between the thorn bush roots
deaf in its own slow winter
even to the blackbirds scratching
in last year’s leaves above
you could say I do to time
what a bone white glacier does
flatten out the land beneath it
holding back the centuries
in my dog’s jaw sleep
but today I think
I heard the warm flesh sutra
it reaches that deep down
along the train embankment
the world flows through the apple blossom
all of it
one stamen at a time
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