덧칠

                                            

                                                                

 

    덧칠                                                                                                                                                                               

손 때묻은

액자엔   

초겨울 서리처럼

 

감겨진                                                   

녹음

테이프처럼   

                                               

침묵만

흐르고.                                                           

지난 기억들은                                                         

 

수없이                                                   

끊겼다.이어졌다                                                           

반복하지만                                                          

 

아무것도

아무것도

찾을 수 없다                                                           

 

햇살이                                                      

숨어 버린

오후                                                       

 

조각난 퍼즐만                                                            

애써                                                         

이어 보지만                                                        

 

그리 쉽지않아

그만                                                      

덧칠만 하고 만다.  

 

                                                                                                                                     

-julia의 창가에서-