Andre Li
Cannon Writer
There is a day I disappear
March, the blossom of crocus flower
I never get to view that beauty
For the thousand miles required for safety
There is a day I wonder
August, great lakes have no more thunder
Yet reunion is an unlikely dream
We are alone to go through the thinnest beam
There is a day I despair
January, a snowstorm to put people under
On a no-man planet, I wander in a car
Sky after the storm, with one lonely star
There is a day I cheer
May, when snow melts into spring river
Together, we roll up our sleeves
Heading forward with that marching queue
There is a day I reappear
September, finally with no invisible fear
Yesterday was a hundred-year drought
But today we can all hug and shout out