|Poem| Sunlight

 

Sunlight

 

They say it’s a fishy-smelling dock
Men and women running, colorless, oderless
Blinded by the light, even with sunglasses, sunglasses
Do you hear the ship’s horn?
You are a park floating on the sea in front of Manhattan
A rabbit, a pure white rabbit, running shirtless, unstoppable

 

Poet's Note:
Unbelievable, a park floating on water! Yet, the sunlight
isn’t harsh at all where two fish are swimming at Pier 57.

 

ⓒ Ryang Suh, MD 2024.10.10