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
dance Mozart
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.
2 comments:
well fine tuned.
fun.
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