GRIEF
By his
gate, old man Kang
Is happy
to see me
I shake
his hand
And peer
through
Glasses
at his eyes
Brimming
with water
Again,
he has visited
His
wife’s nursing home
And has
returned
To an
empty house ~
Those be
tears, full
To the
rims, cups
Of dew,
soon
Overflowing
The Grief -- Pascal Fessler
