3-14 A Peek Into The Garden Of the Sleeping Giant

in the garden,
beyond the wall,
of a city,
which drips of
blue and black ink,
he, the one who
has been sleeping,
opens his eye,
chest rising
falling, rhythm
in the hills small
and valleys shallow,
opens his eye,
blinks,
turns over,
and snores,
blossoms tremble
pink and white
on his cherry trees.