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1d
My neighborhood
At the bottom of the mountain
An old house
A house that was falling down
Without a gate
An old tree next to it
No sibling
She lived in a house without them
She sang well
Red books well
Spoke well
the old tree alone
Covered the yard and the roof
The house shivered in the cold
I hid behind and just looked at the small
small very small door
where the swaying lantern light leaked out
Every time I heard the rustling sound
Tears fell
And then spring came again
A few months had passed since I saw her
Rumors spread
Proud Mary
dropped out of school
couldn't go to the hospital
couldn't leave the house
and from that night
I couldn't hear koff koff sound
any longer.
Yonah Jeong
Written by
Yonah Jeong  61/M/NJ
(61/M/NJ)   
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