My dear,
can you tell me why
purslane supreme yellow is in fullest bloom
as the sun in fullest swing?
My dear,
if you care to cast a glance,
your heart,
like a tightly-closed bud,
will start to unfurl like vibrant purslane
in passionate sunshine.
When very small,
I wondered
why you carried a tower
on your back
wherever you travelled.
Getting older,
I knew
it was your borrowed house
in a sandy beach
beside the ocean expanse.
Now
it dawns on me
we are nothing but migrating birds
without a home
taking a seasonal journey.
It’s drizzling again,
and
I'm thinking of you.
Your shoulder-length silky hair,
blowing in the air,
conjures up an autumn of falling leaves.
Romantic raindrops kiss you gently
on the dewy eyes,
rolling down the rosy cheeks
like pearls.
Poetic rain accompanies us
all the way home;
stepping on your misty shadow
in the falling leaves
I am drunk over and over again.
A cat is shedding
tears beside a dying mouse
at a young age
while the curtain is falling
on the stage.
Some wonder
in manure,
a most elegant flower grows.
Some snicker
without a hair,
a toad wears a pink rose on his head.