Inkyoo Lee

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After a blinding snowfall, the western sky has cleared.

Falsetto red spilling beyond help over the white field.

A town appears on the horizon, piping up thin smoke.

My feet protest the earth: Why did it take so long.

The answer burns my cheeks, and the clouds blush likewise.

There is a town beyond the limits of what I can thank.

Someone in the direction of my frozen, spired hands.

The one who speaks, not merely to us, but through us.

I turn into a thousand flakes the wind carries home.

Inkyoo Lee is from South Korea and studies philosophy in the UK. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in The Shore, Rust & Moth, The Literary Canteen, Phi Magazine, and The Hanok Review. Find out more at https://inkyoolee.wordpress.com/