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