warmer months and sunlight heats
rising temperature differently
over the land and the oceans
a seasonal reverse
twists with the wind
from place to place
eventually knocks on our secret door
with so much rain
again and again

after years we never learned
to equilibrate all circumstances
o, blue sea breezes come
from southwest in a summer
carrying wind-blown dusts
the wind-blown dusts are falling
thickening sediments
in our hearts there’s nothing else
nothing else but loess