LUST IN DEEP LITERATURE

Gray Buildings quiet in the cold air
The wind blow as sharp as blades
Most people are in the long coats
The homeless wrapped in the dirty blankets
Red maple trees show up as skeletons
On the peach branch’s countless buds
Daffodil bulbs rising out of ground
Cold weather damages someone but nourishes other beyond
Lunar New Year coming soon
Southeast Asian food and firework already
The perfect time for family to unite
A vagabond out of their homeland not yet
Old memories wavering in his mind
But he is was professional hider
No body know his emotions
Walk in the cold air look up at the blue sky
A solitary man wanders the streets
No way back nor destination ahead
He lust in deep literature
His life is the world’s words

Georgia, 0224