Gold Dust
Toothy smiles
The tender green early spring
“There I was, too!” cries Hahklimy. “Well done!” says Byeongoh
Meticulous as ever, Secretary-General Weondongy
Hongcheoly, blindly thrilled by my father in Wangsimly
The medical school gate. Deep-yellow chicks flies ferociously
Others laughing or not, behold the deep-blue young guys
Poet’s Note:
They are holding diplomas in hand. Some tucked them under arms.
Byeongoh, kneeling on one knee, looks dashing for no reason at all.
© Ryang Suh, MD 2024.11.17
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