Sonnet 143
Laijon Liu 20160707
Housewife runs after fowls, father out to buy milk
A black stallion out of the barn into night
So we caught up in the moment sometimes
Need a wind chase or a quick escape
The river suddenly takes a swirling turn
Nosedives into a waterfall, becomes ten thousand pieces
Memories bubble, burst, and reappear
The past that makes us now non existent
We can’t go back in time to fix things
Nor to exit the karma of bad gone worse
Catch our hope, can we? Or turn back, can we?
Then let’s play our part, kiss, love, and be kind.
I wish you may have your will
Forget me if I’m chill or ill
