Afternoon
windy
Clean shirts are hanging out on the mottled balcony
Like a flag flying and singing softly
at the table
fly
Under the warm fingers, the remaining paper
Like loneliness cutting life
inside the car
window
Helpless moans roiling in the lost wheat waves
Like a fallen tree, it is difficult to return to the branch
lips
hot tea
The curling haze outside moistens the gloomy breath
Like the wind stilling, the moon hangs on the west branch
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Running water is ruthless
bow here