2018.10.15.
Flower water
A daring car comesacross a sleeping village.
Strangely, a light
still shines so late at night.
Is it a dreamy ingenue,
a disconsolate widow,
a bewitching lover
or this resigned couple?
The kind of people
who discreetly weep
as they change flower water
in vases
A vague and crude lust
grabs the driving man.
It's warm up there behind
this ugly yellowed curtain.
Is it a dream girl,
a looker fit for a king,
two enraptured, feverish lovers
or this awkward couple?
The kind of people
who discreetly weep
as they change flower water
in vases
As a kneejerk reaction he speeds up
and vanishes into the night.
The village lies far behind now.
Will the day be sunny?
Was it a weird fairy
by this blond child's bed?
Was it the stingy lamp
of this dying couple?
The kind of people
who discreetly weep
as they change flower water
in vases
The kind of people
who discreetly weep
as they change flower water
in vases