The Hanok Fields

there’s another country buried here
in the ground under all this snow –

i can see it in the rice field rows
how the white flakes make them look

like the flat plane of hanok rooves
& as if some long-departed designer

(maybe even king sejong) had seen it
just this way & thought (in all of

this order i smell yin & yang merge
white moon above the dim bird below

the empty furrows coated like tiles
& here i will make my sweeping arcs

their exponential gentleness (earth
a dragon emerges every springtime to

pounce upon their ancestors’ burial
mounds (but for now they too remain

cloaked in snow – like turtle shells
awaiting another frozen invasion …

there’s another country buried here
in the ground under all this snow –

i see it in the perfect hanok fields
another place for my mind to grow

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