Scamper

Empty parking lot,
early in the morning,
riverside restaurant,
flowing into the city center,
above
shaking old table,
under
pieces of clouds floating in the blue sky,
juice
impressionism pointillism,
omelet
grass light of the roadside,
orange
broken old tree branches in the forest,
waving leaves,
stake
pine leaves melodies,
pierced by knife and fork,
snowflakes
jazz melody
by the concrete bridge
solo angler
be dinner

waitress cleaning next door,
no more than 118.11 inches in height,
landscape outside the window,
trail ending with dots,
a glass of wine,
afternoon standing alone with a tree,
come in and fall asleep
together

night sunlight: street lamp lights,
riding the wind through,
the tunnel of the long night,

a fragrance of the flowers
of the lucky tree
bloomed after 20 years
a rushing poem
enters into the “good morning."