A boy’s smile

Evening sky blue bloated on the sea,
Even as the sky floated on the water.

A boy would ask, uncle, you walking?
He was bloating with a form’s smile.

There is too much water in sea now:
Sea bloated with his understanding.

Boy is searching form in sea content,
And I search for content in sea form.

There is not even white moon in sky
With more content than form in sea.

Boats are a form on the bloat of sea.
They dance, up and down, on bloat.

The sea’s stomach has more content
Than a boy’s smile can comprehend.