On Long White Cloth
This is fish .......the smoked or the marinated
.........................swim to a mouth at the table;
oh bean ............oh taste grown in leaf-shade.
.........................Do I weep? No snow flakes' fluid
.........................or not, the white of this table cloth
.........................has handy offerings;
they wish .........to become packed. The meal considers
.........................me the messenger to take it home.
.........................Home is the house altar and the family;
.........................also my pet? ..................the small lion
.........................on the sofa stretches, does not know
Imperial Food but kindness .......and a sure estimation
.........................of what makes us stronger. Stomach
.........................and heart and purring: the conversation
.........................emancipates, takes a step forward
to comfort .......there it is lingering
........................the smell of spices pepper
...........................................around my altar
Proceed to
Chapter Five .
