All events
I am dealing with
everything
instead of poems of
my future I can't have
Absolutely.

before experiencing
first
do not speak

after experienced
later
do not speak.

father's love
seeing far

mother's love
seeing farther.

Wind
Old clothes hanging on a clothesline
An accordion
A poor middle-aged woman walking past
And in her left hand
A tin coffee cup
Swirls and shakes
Next to a wooden desk
Where a customer injured by a robber
Lies as if about to collapse
Two young children
Carry hot water bottles on their shoulders
And walk by.

So can see ahead
Dust
Rain
Snow
Bird droppings
Leaves
Wind Wiper that wipe it all away
When buying a car
Who pays attention to it?
No one

In front of you
Look at your other self
wife and husband!

coffee and cream
a spoon stirring in a cup
not overflowing
not dripping onto the table
a scent not too fragrant
you sit down in a chair and tap the table
and then
the fish in the fish tank next to me
steamed buns
without red beans paste
become one
ocean's hand-back love boat
driving through shoals of sharks
toward a harbor without me.

Between them
there are curve of beautiful dotted lines
straight line softened by love
sacrifices

Among us too
there are beautiful healings of wounds
highways of sacrifice
softened by love.