Sun Moon Park

A poem: Things aren't as they seem or are they?

Sun Moon Park

solar chrysanthemums
sunbathing smooth terrain
garnished in garden garments
seek solace from serenity —
I speak nothing
of nature

crescent gems
glisten gyro waterfalls
vivify the voluptuous vicinity
coated in trifle cake fashion —
nothing of nature
I speak

ladybug jades
liberate lissome lotuses
trailing the thick tree trunks
stranded in soil stilettos —
of nature
I speak nothing


I speak of:

unpredictable
mono-lid Korean women:
Miss Sun
Miss Moon
Miss Park