A lukewarm fishing

by Nguyen Binh Phuong

Water fishes the sun
sun fishes the wind

Street fishes people
oh
rural fishes urban

Tomorrow fishes another tomorrow
with an idle face

The eye fishes the dew
the tree glitters with dreams

The bored fish for storm
kids go online fishing for hope…

Donning a dark striped shirt
larger than my thousand wishes
me and my bike
hoo-hoo we cross the bridge
shirt full of wind
yeah
wind fishes the sun

In the maze of game
between death by hunting and life beyond waiting
each clings to an idle fishing rod