WATER SWIMMING

a pair of bright eyes

clear pool water

rippling in the cold wind whistling in August

: my shadow collapsed sink

but the depth was as scary

with loss

- is not it time the gate has been shut?

I picked flower petals can still

the yield scattered around the yard

then a voice whispered

"Will you repeat mistakes

after bitterly that must be swallowed? "

then pouring time

like water dripping, due to gravity

we still look at each other and say

on a map

before arriving late story



Agats - Asmat, August 2013