The year of the earth rooster
On the fourth month of the new year we bought one hundred goldfish.
One by one mother dropped the slippery thrashing bodies into the lake.
We knew our turn would come. A new kite, ice cream in the hot afternoon.
The places we revealed as nature mistaken for habit.
The sky unfolding its ocean. Cloud patterns below the sky. The world
Revolved around us. Trees with rounded heads standing stiff and long.