Leaving Taichung Station

when the winter softens 

I hunger you 

when the winter softens, and sound and trickling light swifts beneath the crackling trees growing restless in their defrosting, their thawed hearts reaching seaward and netting our hopes and oneiric chatting. My ruggedized heart brushed clean, awaiting the tone of your toes scribbling in the sand. Wavering and light scrolled and

The trees, stretch wide beneath the licking sky, dropped light between the snow

dropped white between the falling bronchial arteries 

Life vaping upon white, snow scribbled air

and

breaking open past the dunes, a traveler, you away westward and green and I am coming,

in my dream

The algebra from me to you