The sound! The sound! Popping around
Steam blurs the edge of the hair
Fire is stomping in the stomach.
The heat saturates the body. Help!

The dance! The dance! A cold beer offer
Luggages slide down the conveyor belt
Bubbles are counting the beats and pops
The ice swings the heat over and behind.
“It’s now the warmth and peace.” The first new-year sentence
spoken by the stomach and beyond.