<p> </p><p><span data-ke-size="size18">    고르지 않은 현실</span></p><p><span data-ke-size="size16">          명총 김 규 봉(김 요셉)</span></p><p> </p><p>익은 매실이 </p><p>바닥에 누렇게 떨어져 있었다</p><p>알이 굵고 실한 것부터 주어 봉지에 담았다</p><p>부실하고 작은 알들은 줍지 않고 뒷전으로 밀렸다</p><p> </p><p>작은 알들이 일제히 항변하고 있는 듯해</p><p>그래 미안하다 생각했지만</p><p>그들은 나는 매실이 아니냐</p><p>왜 외면하느냐 하는듯해 좀 그랬다 </p><p> </p><p>한때 우리도 따뜻한 햇볕아래 </p><p>향기 나는 고운 꽃을 피웠었고 </p><p>벌나비 만난 적도 있어</p><p>행복한 삶을 느끼며 비바람도 이겨 내며 맺힌 몸이야</p><p> </p><p>차별한 것 같지만</p><p>세상은 철저히 실리적인 것을 우선해</p><p>우대하고 실용하게 된다는 것</p><p>과일에서도 차별은 여전히 있을 수밖에..</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>  <span data-ke-size="size18"> An uneven reality</span></p><p>      Poet/Kyubong Kim (Joseph Kim) </p><p>              Seoul Korea</p><p>The ripe plum</p><p>It was yellow on the floor</p><p>I gave the thick and solid eggs first and put them in a bag</p><p>The poor little eggs were put on the back burner without picking them up</p><p> </p><p>It looks like the little eggs are protesting in unison</p><p>I thought I was sorry</p><p>Aren't they plums</p><p>Why do you look away? It was kind of like that</p><p> </p><p>Once, we were in the warm sunlight</p><p>I had beautiful fragrant flowers</p><p>I've met a bee butterfly</p><p>It's a body formed by feeling happy life and overcoming the rain and wind</p><p> </p><p>I think they discriminated against me</p><p>The world prioritizes thoroughly practical things</p><p>being given preferential treatment and practical use</p><p>There is still discrimination in fruit..</p>
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