Author Yang Chi Up at the prow, I wash my mouth, dripping water on my robe;petals are flying across the surface of the water—my mouth is perfumed!As I sit here, I love the dragonflies and butterfliesfor bringing so much springtime to the mast of my boat. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments