keep, this story untold
while life’s folded
and youngsters
are bold
to share
the same haircut,
are we the same yet?
like jumping off a train,
a howling train
into a place,
osmanthus growing on teeth
when trees fell
then the vast’s faced
on the track, and here
both there are ablaze
could yours last?
the question we had
now, you tell me,
are we the same yet?