25) The Case of a Missing Postman

       Wolran Kim

 

A postman disappeared in the rain

Water vapor gets cold, like a tide in the air

While it clots as a fever of life

Addresses of the dry desertthat put shoes on him

Must throw away its strokes one by one

Around the time of pouring rain off and on

The spotted footprints must calmly open the waterway

On every corner of the past that couldn’t be cleansed

Cloudy, muddy waters must be filled from the wonders of living

Did administrative districts in the storm of life reorganize again?

The road in the earth where he missed his step

Is the way out of the way, flowing upside down under the water?

When the letters that he couldn’t deliver yet are soaked

Did irregular street numbers determine their residence?

The day that tomorrow swept into a ball of mud

The day that the house in the sky is built

With the habit of searching for addresses everyday

Like an urgent telegram

He delivered himself