one might think of a frog would transfer
from rice field to lotus pond,
tracing the energy
in a green splash of waves
spreading, legs tense in a Firestone
gesture that summer is romantic.
Tadpoles from schools of fish,
catching Cezaane's breath
as she places hand-washed clothes in water
and letting the umbrella of lotus
under the hot gaze of the June.
Back on the bank of the Happiness ditch,
standing forests of linestraus (Xianma),
the nourishing dark greenness
arches a wall of waterfall,
setting the landscape of
nothing, but pure double eye-lid fox.