sea...sons.....seasons.

releases way
starts mountain
leaps tree

frees field
begins grass
jumps colors

rescues snow
arises cloud
hops stream

together they form four seasons.

When we ignore
the suffering of others
our own suffering
increase more than them.

The thief also has a close friend.

there is a people of color
there is no color of people.

do you love me?
no
do you love my poem?
yes.

in the eye strawberry
beside the wooden fence
between wildflowers
I ate it alone
skin fragrant lips
and four seasons
favorite your color
They kissed in the darkness
of the day
to record the future of pleasure
sneaky.