rendezvous

Anchor frozen in December's port

The first encounter is ice and snow, yes

deck and dock

collision, yes

White mist blending between lips

The harbour has sun in January

Ten or twenty, come and go

The haze of a boat is evaporated

That's the real encounter, me and you

frequent sentences since then

start falling on ice

as the date of the melting winter

boat floating in february bay

Wind blows over coat and shoelaces

A string of jingle jingle sentences

Occasionally fall from the boat cable

Silence, they squeak

we tacitly admit

coat belongs to the wind

And the laces are tied to the muddy shoes after all

Sail out of March's harbour

The flag on the mast waved far away

My eyes are covered with layers of buildings

climb up

It wants to tell you that she understands the fireworks you sing

March, the trajectory of those sentences sailing

It's the poem you said the river never stops flowing