World

Yet another world emerges in this world.

A world just like this one

world-no, no, not another but

the same one. One and two

worlds.

    This is why I trust all that stays invisible.

Late at night, I sat at the closed airport,

pouring hard liquor into

your empty glass.

        No sparrow's face.

Because you were wearing someone else's

ring,

we became so intimate.