Sister's suspenders hold my heart, hold me,
pent up, careless, young, loving to go out at dawn.
My bare body climbs up the slick stone wall
to endure the waterfall's smashing. The water has strength, I have passion.
Under the waterfall a deep pool shockingly splits in half
and stretches toward the cave in the cliff. I throw a stone,
from the dark abyss of a Beijing-style vest's suspenders.
Several hundred birds fly out to fight with me over sunscreen.
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