The sparrows are out tonight
In the expanse of the sky
Dashing in different motions
Like flames in several portions
...
The chair says, “Sit on me”
I said, “It is boring everyday”
Looking at this screen
My eyes feel the salt
...
When I’ll write an epic for the animals
Particularly birds with their wings and beaks and claws
They’ll make me sick to think of them in the bathroom
When all the intense images I’ll see are them flying
...
</>This love lasts for you and me
But heaven took you away
From these arms of mine
It feels worthless, I come undone
...
Chap’s centimeter—
Longer, higher
Unreachable by
A mile from where
...
We merry at night
Under the lamp of
The million stars
And the Milky Way
...
I taste your spinach on a Sunday noon
Killing the thought of a sad note letter
It is hurting at our last rocking moon
You tell me of some difficult weather
...
The nature of poetry
The smells of evergreen
These words I write
This country poem
...
The woods are dark and calm
Some demons are quietly playing
When some years ago
A child was drawn to his game
...
The fat girl on a bench
Eats my loaves of bread
Silly act of a random circumstance
In love with herself and nonchalant
...
When everything is alright
The grasses would be greener
The sky would be bluer
The sun would be brighter
...
Sparrows
The sparrows are out tonight
In the expanse of the sky
Dashing in different motions
Like flames in several portions
Every glide tells a narrative
Soaring a pungent account
From page 1 to page 101
Sparrows can tell diverse stories
They tell me something
They give me signs
Of life and of love
Of life and of love
(written on August 24,2009 Danang City, Vietnam)