Red Bean Soup

I grabbed a handful of red beans 

and sprinkled them down into the sea. 

Red beans were crying, crying to the joy embedded in pain

They were slowly dancing //wiggle// dancing

They danced for me ’til their body blossomed

like sakura blooming in spring.

Red beans were boiling, boiling til the end of their lives

Soup thickening

so silky

so bitter-sweet

so soothing

They cannot be forgotten as they cannot be remembered.

They reminded me of my reminisce

for tomorrow, tomorrow

for the hope of tomorrow

… 

It is a mutual longingness.