In a Park
On a flaccid afternoon lawn, a pile of boredom grovels
By a black log, and a broken file of rolled-up leaves
Swaggers along, like paper money for the dead dears
Leading a wind invisible to living eyes.
Two stones moon in this barren expanse, like Aphrodite
Lying prone and half-buried, two shards from an egg.
The Greek relic, with watermarks over years.
Their jade-white solid is the only pivot of this world.
My eyes flick on and off, looking direct and askance, left and right,
Dry windshield wipers, slashing and suturing,
And the butterfly hinge of joy and guilt flutter its wings.
Toward dusk, the home-bound grow impressionistic,
And behind them, my thoughts are rising like ancient cooking smoke,
Erotic from the hearth of my heart.
June 8-9, 2009
公园印象
午后疲软的草坪，一堆厌倦趴在
一截黑色的树断旁，卷起的叶子
大摇大摆地滚过，像一串断线的纸钱
引领着活人看不见的风
两块石头隆起如爱神俯伏在这片贫瘠中，
双臀被掩埋了大半，露出蛋的瓷片
这古希腊的残留，带着岁月的水锈
那玉色的圆润坚实是这世界惟一的枢轴
我的眼睛开，关，正视，侧目，左，右
干涩的刮雨器，撕裂，缝合
喜悦与耻愧的蝴蝶铰链扑动两瓣翅膀
向晚，归家人柔和成印象派了
而在他们身后，我的色意正如古老的炊烟
渐起于心的炉膛
2009年6月8-9日
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