They sit, feet flat, bended knee, body crouched, hands busy
Old women working on the pier
Turquoise rubber gloves, pink silk head wraps, yellowed straw bill
They laugh and gossip, hawking their wares for passersby
Wind restless, sun bright as they come
A lovely day, a lovely day
The old women of Pusan
Generations of wisdom
Generations of laughter
I look at them in awe
as if they are a mirage
a memory of another era
I wonder about their families
I wonder what inside jokes they tell
I am in wonder with the colors before me
The dark blues, the prime greens, the neon yellows
The vibrancy of my motherland
The vibrancy of country
Pusan
Pusan
Pusan
