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Spading Fork by D.J. Yoon I At last, the long long winter seems to have withdrawn Blossoms stir and birds flit through the air The earth has fully thawed Ready for the spading fork Longing to take up the fork How many times I wandered...

form a natural boundary around parts of the wetland, water birds perch on reeds watching their surroundings, small insects flit above the surface of the water, subtle lighting fixtures mimic fireflies at night, recycled wood and metal...

Sometimes I glimpse her courtyard through the open gate— hear her murmuring words I cannot catch, see her skirt flit by the door— and I ache to enter that courtyard and join whatever she’s doing. Sunlit courtyard, straight evening...

Her smiles have van-ished and her sweet songs flown, 그녀의 미소는 사라지고 그녀의 달콤한 노래는 날아갔어요. Flit-ting like the dreams that have cheered us and gone. 우리를 환호하던 꿈처럼 훨훨 날아서 가버렸어요. Now the nod-ding wild...