FLYING WATERMELON SEEDS
The hat flew in the wind.
The eyes are closed, and tongues are unknown.
The coast protects itself from the crazy waves.
The mattress has a hole. Toasted skins are peeling off.
Boat and bait; hook and oars.
Swimming rings practicing flying.
A few drops of rain, and everyone ran away.
Only you, as if the Poseidon god with his harpoon,
are stuck in the sand like an anchor.
Water under you, water in your body,
which will melt whenever once as
jellyfish on the beach.