Day 8 - One Poem a Day

Poem 8 - 5pm

5pm, and I am your lover

Striding along your chaotic streets

Trying to learn the complicated nature

The complete architecture of your soul

Falling in love with the Sun warriors 

Chasing their casting shadows 

With plastic swords on their hands

The tiny alley is their battlefield

Little burrow to alley mother cats 

Purring next to her kittens

Feeding herself chicken bones 

from the barbecue cart

While the old man is smoking his clove cigarette

5pm,

The smell of fried shallots meets the fume of gasoline 

The golden triangle turns into fierce racing lane

Unseen strings are attached to every vehicle

Leading them into different paths home

Without collision course

Maybe the eye in the sky is true

Every 5pm, 

I fall in love with you