Exquisite vortices peel open like
the fists of multiple newborn babes.
But this bud-breakage
of unseen veins is the sweetest
on the Maple tree -
with colour of cherries dipped
in mint chocolate -
who would have thought it? !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an imagination. I try to open my fist.......Fantastic poem.