The Missing People

How do the missing people look like?

They are like a coin someone has missed in sand.

How do the missing people sleep?

They sleep like a stone submerged in water.

How do the missing people eat?

They eat like birds wandering in abandoned grain fields.

How do the missing persons speak?

They talk like a child who forget the next word.

Missing people, how do they disappear?

As if they were going to look for themselves.

love is a small puppy

 

 

she:

cleaning up sunlight is not hard work

just move the clouds a little,

the plants

they constantly wiping the air

for them

how can i say only half of my gratitude ?

 

he:

half thanksgiving is like a technique

of lifting without shaking

a box made of smoke

well …. what will you do with the rest of your gratitude

 

she:

when the cattle return to shed

the meadow behind the mountain is follow them

in that mountain

most of the people who mute themselves

i will express rest of my gratitude

for the lips that pronounce for them,

and

why are you walking in the opposite direction

to your hometown?

 

 

i had a dog with two toes on one leg

and named her ‘broken ice’

she swallowed her tongue

i don’t know where she went without knowing to bark,

pain of love is a kind of self-awareness,

to avoid

not to be frozen by the cold light of understanding

i walk in the opposite direction

did you see my dog?

 

she:

I don’t know, is love heavy or not ?

but

i hand over my forearm to you instead of a piece of bone

because your love is a small puppy

 

she never used her mouth to chat

she never used her mouth to chat

 

 

on that day was

as quiet as the land

where only

one person had settled,

i gave her a strange bracelet to

wear only in memory

she smiled.

i knew someone who had walked a few steps

even after death

i went to his grave and brought the hearthstone

we cooked some wild tubers

after a wild feast, she smiled.

in that winter

i preferred some warm-hot water to set up spring

she played and smiled.

we sat under a tree that had heart-shaped leaves

she drew a girl and placed a leaf in the place of the heart

i also pierced eight or nine leaves layers on my shirt

later i knelt down

and  gave the green hearts one by one

her face  glowed like seeing the sun even after it had set

i said

no matter how many hearts

will give it all to you

i had more to say might not verbalize it all

the only use of our body is to be in the word

every star in the sky will call us tonight

she smiled,  at first,

the venus blinked with the color of love

i put my ears near her eyes and felt the sound of love.