A pot is placed on the left side of the desk
windy flowing
sunlight pouring
hearing a bird song
speaker music
joke and laughter of the house builders
shaking from the morning to the evening
however
I was uncomfortable with
in poetry writing
on the shelf
Moved to the invisible high place
flower tree in the pot that did not shake
quiet and forgotten
It became comfortable
I didn't have to lose my heart to the flower tree
One day
to straighten out my trembling heart
looking around the room
I saw
flower pot fine
started to wither leaves
one or two healthy
a flower pot on the desk by the window
I moved it back to its place
it did not shake
The flower leaves began to sway.