The Winds of Olympic Park

서울 올림픽 공원

The wind whipped soundly 

on the high grass covered hills 

of Seoul’s Olympic Park.

I felt I could fly, or at least

run, jump, and tumble, leaving the 

ground for a moment or even more.

It is hard to explain as it had 

a dream-like quality bordering

on psychosis, but there it is.

I could have stayed there with her

under the sun and stars until the plane 

came to take me back home.

But now it is only a memory 

in a poem that makes me wonder

if life is but a cycle of reveries. 

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