2023.5.20

The sheep were blown up to the sky by the wind,
And it's not just tonight that sleep is absent.

The fireplace, holding fresh flowers, scorches every dolphin,
Under each surfboard.

The tulip's display carries resentment and hatred,
Gazing obliquely at her nemesis day and night.

Walking into the light, shouting loudly,
The sound unable to reach beyond the rays,

We huddle, thinking this is the future.
But red is green, and green is the color of yellow,

All colors vanish in the black of night.

The shepherdess steps into deep and shallow mud puddles,
Cold, wet, and hopeless, she never knew she walked into the trap of fate.

The sheep beckon to her, the moonlight bathes everyone,
Truth is the same, until the break of dawn.

The tulip slowly unfolds, the fireplace loses its life to the sunlight,
Dolphins frolic and leap out of the water in the sunlight.

So yellow remains a flower, green remains the grass,
Red and forever red remains the sun.

The shepherdess's sheep no longer mimic balloons,
Landing safely on the ground.

Only the deep and shallow mud puddles remain,
Evidence that a woman once passed through here.