The rain years

Rainy years regrow a woman's

the surface of the thick bark,

elephant skin. winter comes,

always a couple of pounds I get fat, millpond

the water waiting for the rain

the following. For a moment

landscape while gasp.

Longing grandfather clock

The heart beats of the cottage.

Woman sleeping prince

dreams of when the heart night.

For a while, she absent

the country is a utopia, but

morning always arrives too soon.

No-show Prince knight

not even a rusty Lada.

Point woman's age can recount

the one hundred year.

For a while, he belongs

yet this landscape of the world.

Then arrives the grim woman

and a cross-cut the woman's head,

the grave and the body starts to stink.