What is my treasure?

 

 

 

Over an hour

 

i scoured inside home

 

a shoe rack soaked in moisture and sweat,

 

stinky kitchen,

 

covert scent: garret,

 

under the bed,

 

living room bookshelf,

 

on the study desk,

 

the piles of leaves around the house and

 

the old fence curling unendurable nose of sewerage

 

i have not found

 

gave up with a deep sigh

 

lying on the wooden floor

 

looking at the square sky

 

outside the window

 

i heard

 

from the left breast pocket to the floor

 

glasses fell off

 

--Daniel snoring sound

 

just after first birthday--