Calvin Somang Kim: M(oonswoo)n Sea(spot)s
They are clumsily awkward. the broken snowballs, belated bubbles, moonlight glows, seeded pebbles, flawed bokeh...
waking blurry-eyed from a dreaming from gazing into the glowing ripples for too long.
throwing a pebble you find from the ocean into the sky,
suspending it in the expanse, it lingers there, embedded, flying and falling deeper in silence.