A few poems

doomsday

There are few pedestrians on the doomsday road

Lilac leaves curl their hair.

The sunshine over the workshop is very weak.

The inverted image is a lush cloud.

Fiona Fang's dormancy is endless.

The yearning at the beginning of the year turned to the end of the year.

Notes on Buddhist Language in Sleeping Bed

Kendo flies high.

Uneasy butterflies bother you.

The stranger in the carriage quietly left.

Clean packaging is kept for three years.

The sky outside the window is sharp.

1987. 1988