Walking Oslo once again I wish for more
eyes to notice
hands to feel
memory to not forget.
As I walked through a friend’s garden,
I noticed autumn’s vanguard.
Funny, I thought.
There doesn’t seem to be anything more beautiful –
than September Rain on a goldfish pond
than rain coated tomatoes (that won’t get red any more)
than a tiny pool bordered by hibiscus petals
than sturdy blossoms awaiting the end of the year.
I would spend 3000 ₩ on a pack of rice chips to feed the seagulls
and I would have their screams accompany me down the beach.
I would walk across to have a look on the other side (and maybe I would stay there.)
I would wait for the sun to set just to see the magnolia at nightfall (between burial mounds, it is death and short term life, as always.)
And I would be a Koi in cold pond water.
I hope everybody found their shoes again (or at least came to a mutual exchange)
and that he had a great day after all.
I hope they really liked the sound of flags in March wind
and that their next lives are going to be so much better.
I hope that he had all the right tools to fix what needed mending.
I hope we remember love.
I really do.