Remembrance of my Boyhood By Arctic Lake

My little tongue grows as if from the stone

In that fountain, I tasted

And then that water flows

Like in the millions of years

Through the same piece of meadow

The meadow where I played

A snail climbs up with its little straw hat on

Into its tree hole house

Takes off its heavy shells

Sigh

What a day

Cicada’s humming is everywhere

And all my hair grows

As if in one night

And all the black clouds on the road

Chasing

Swift among the sun plants

But I can’t row my boat

In a lake that is filled

Sometimes on the blackboard

I saw a dead crow

The shortest streets

Carved on the clumsy candles

Outside,

Grassland

Worn-out rocking horse

Sour patch lollipops

You wrote from red wall station

Handwritten

A letter to the fairy tale

Morning Piecing in the sea

Portrait

With hundreds finger marks

Far away

The snow is sending his messenger

Music is sounding in the classroom

Melodies never go away

On my desk

Air is blue

Curtain is white

Pencil is black

Lost-n-found

The purest light

From my poem

Oozed out feathers of all colors

I am longing for those wrinkles

Throw in them

Head over heels

For that

I can be closer to

Rosemary lips