looking at the rice left in the bowl,
every dinner we meet, nothing is old,
but our closeness.
we smell different.
am i the rice left in ur bowl?
my merely waiting, my naive vole!
one rice takes 7 years,
those you left behind,
let me grow
”i grow faster.”
”i am amphibious.”
on an island, there are more to see.
frog n bird want to find a friend who had never touched the land.