A picture sent to me by a friend in England.

I talked with my friend from Anyang this morning.
Upon a background of fading moonlight,
and recalling times gone by.

Once, we both had pure and romantic hopes… and lost them someplace.
You walk…. I walk.

Now there remains a heart in deep sadness….. estranged from this yellow land.

So I sent her a daffodil, from England…..
to pull along her threads of worries
and clean up these ancient wounds.