My Picture: A book I found in a cafe in Xinxiang today.

Alone at  3 am.
A droll moon…..
because of the silent snow,
chews a hole to the sky.

An icicle drifting through
the morning coolness,
floats away through
the street dust.

Deep in my notebook,
the to and fro of a
lake of the mind.
Silence as the
dancing moon shadows,
and nothing to doubt.