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Hoang Doan Poem
The sun, an igneous ball, is falling down the sea.
The wave is locked, and a new night is seen.
The fishing boat heads to open ocean
with songs ballooning the sails.
Songs tell numerous silver fishes.
Codfish games’re swimming in a sing file
day and night shining up the ocean.
Come to shine the nets, our fiancés!
Our boat steers to wind with the sound,
surfs between high sky and smooth sea,
anchors faraway to look through blue water,
disposes the net to get that golden sea
It presents snappers, eels, cat fishes,
and garrupas sparkling as eternal flames.
Skates lash their bright yellow tails.
Poetically, Galveston’s sky with stars is fulfilled.
We sing songs to welcome fishes.
The high moon accompany for its friends.
Sea gives us fishes as a Mother’s breast
which raises us from the first foods.
When stars become dull, nets are strained,
tightened encirclement because of big source.
Bright tails flash over the entire ocean.
Folded nets and pulled sails welcome the sunshine.
Songs‘re ballooning the sails.
The boat races ardently with the sun
which is wearing the sea on its head,
and fishes’ brilliant eyes look for their shore.
Copyright © Hoang Doan | Year Posted 2009
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