Lagerstroemia, April and I | QUANG NAM ONLINE NEWSPAPER

Around me, April has blossomed
Purple Lagerstroemia flowers
Clouds drifting over the house
At the age of seventeen

The house is empty like the afternoons, my mother
I carried flowers to the market and never came back, I sat there
On the grass with locusts
They dream of curved, heavy rice branches

At seventeen, people light the lamps
Running along the windy riverbank
And call
Boat

At seventeen, people admire the purple flowers
Eyes drunk like bees sucking honey
I must be seventeen now.
I sit on the broken road
I am absent-minded purple Lagerstroemia flowers

Why am I drunk like a bee sucking honey?
Why am I still attractive?
The clouds drifted across the house
And the girls smell like grapefruit.

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