Tiger & Monkey Return

There was a time when Tiger smoked
–not cigarettes, not that sort of thing–
and cast his bleary eyes about him, round
the den of a strange sweet family in India.

That was in the days when Monkey swung
and hung among thickets of foreign pines,
snatching up unattended beer and potato chips
and chittering her way through foreign tongues.

Their feet touched the Joseon soil again
on the very same day, the same hour.

April 25, 2004

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