Black Dog by Moon Young

In this city, the rain has no end

In the television, the shivering strange

language is rained on all day

Outside, the black dog biting in the

darkness creates light with his eyes

An old face looks at the west harbour

I press on without stopping deep into the night

Suddenly, the Black Dog raises and wags

his tail.

~ Moon Young

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