Sway
by Yerin Jeong
A thought under a willow
tree, wet, glistening leaves
slick blades of grass
outstretched past the sill
clink of silver spoons in a sink
rushing water spinning still
potent taste of pepper
mint leaves, picked blueberries
buzzing TV muffled pre-recorded
screams bone dry
sand in your thoughts
spilling into sewage in
cold clacks of heels
in the stench of burnt
film reels and smoke a
dead man waits for
money for spare
change the murky backdrop
punctured by plastic and
steel heart forged fires
dimmed dull by opaque
ceilings cracked by
blueberries on your tongue
gushing scents of something
sweet ice-cream scooped
with silver spoons
the willow tree sways
and sways and sways and sways