Happy Halloween! I wrote a creepy poem to you all :)
星期五 十月 30, 2009 10:14 pm
The Door
Open—close.
Close—open.
The door moves;
we keep saying that,
not that we move.
Through time frame,
crowded pictures spin;
light shifts among each monument,
no matter what pretence we hold.
A moon—a birth book,
face changes, page turns;
A black cat sprawls out on the porch.
Wild lilies cling to the faded fences.
From an unknown bird, a few feathers
drop then rise again;
the wind-bell rings without stopping.