Last year [65]
behind the twigs and leaves he peeked the journey. seemed to be loose
butterflies perched on a rose bud. as if counting the time
and a walker who stops at an intersection
whispered slowly. "Where will the moon bring if not at the age ..."
he saw fireworks blooming in the air. trumpet said
and people shake hands. have you set goals?
some are singing. celebrating heartbreak
boys welcomed childhood. adolescents are now adults
the moon sometimes looks young. December
he remembers when he first fell in love. grass rings
a toy bracelet he was wrapping from patchwork. then he gave
before dusk. "Someday, I will give
the real taste! "
December. the seasons have changed
but the love was not found again
