STORY 44 · PART IV · What Is Left After Taking Away, One by One
There Was More Sea
A Wavering Horizon · 2005
Text by Byun Joung Hoon
The sea
rose roughly.
On the cliff,
one old man.
One horse.
When a wave
came up once,
the ground where the old man and the horse stood
looked narrow.
The old man
planted his stick hard.
The horse too
braced on its four legs.
They did not look
at each other.
Both
were looking at the sea.
I
drew the horizon.
The line
did not go
straight.
It wavered once
and joined again.
I painted the sea
wider.
Then
the man and the horse grew smaller.
In the painting
there was more sea.
Again
a wave came.
The horse
lowered its neck.
The old man's small back
lowered too.
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