first I ask the 까치

black rush/I came to/

facing the slight frame

of morning/mountain

country above me and

decidedly not mine/but

a distant wreath/full of

common birds/fretting

the subject/images to

mar the exchange rate

with/and that fortunate

magpie/still bickering/

hoarse with meaning/

gray tracks in opposite

directions/to chastise

diaspora with someone

else’s hands/could be

my nation/shaped by

rote acts/or one golden

interloper/gait tilting

north/and what of the

other half/wish you

would say more on

taming a distended

race/tail burning

blue/just words for

poems/or borrowed

kinder/ask again for

clean syllables/wake

up able/flutter once/

and rush back/