PUSAN

They sit, feet flat, bended knee, body crouched, hands busy

Old women working on the pier

Turquoise rubber gloves, pink silk head wraps, yellowed straw bill

They laugh and gossip, hawking their wares for passersby

Wind restless, sun bright as they come

A lovely day, a lovely day

The old women of Pusan

Generations of wisdom

Generations of laughter

I look at them in awe

as if they are a mirage

a memory of another era

I wonder about their families

I wonder what inside jokes they tell

I am in wonder with the colors before me

The dark blues, the prime greens, the neon yellows

The vibrancy of my motherland

The vibrancy of country

Pusan

Pusan

Pusan