I drink tea
although it is still five hours
I have hat head
no stick royal
I have no lei at the door
only a small empire of skin
the sun goes down even often
I am concerned when and how they drink
elongated facing window
or lying between two rivers
that flow from my eyes
under the indifferent eyes
out my trembling hand
in my hand
is a cave with four large rooms
bottom rows of olive trees growing
the language out of thirst
olive trees grew on their own
not taught anyone to drink water
at fixed hours
not only be green when the sun rises