Winding Roads, Part Two

they were following us, but they never meant to: excited, marveling at everything we had to offer in this country, this filthy, grimly confident nation they were two boys, one was lightning and one was thunderclouds, one was summer and one was winter, one was me and one was you.

twin number one had raven hair, chestnut-colored eyes that gazed right over you towards the next distraction a rapidly impulsive walk, skipping and running ahead and a republic of korea stamped passport.

twin number two had raven hair, chestnut-colored eyes that bore right through you and saw everything a cautious, timid walk as if he was upon a cracked bridge and a republic of korea stamped passport

and twin number two looked at me, with those deep brown eyes and I remember how he smiled and ran to catch up.