After fifteen hours in a plane,
up to the north pole,
down through Siberia,
and careful to avoid NK air space,
the plane touched down.
Seoul shimmered and shone,
active with ten million people
walking through the dark,
cell phones and city lights
lighting up the sky.
To jet lagged eyes
it looked like the future.
2 comments:
you have captured the essence
I really like this poem. Beautiful snapshot.
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