The Garage Sale
Today I passed by Post Street,
There the great mansions are located.
Following the arrows flying,
I got the last place where you were hiding.
Modern Poetry is over fifty years old, then
A guy said：“ My grandpa’s, pay what you can.”
Your handwriting, your sigh and smile,
Between pages mixed with a moldy smell.
I put the book in the sunshine in my home,
Now you’ll feel bright and warm.
I know some years later, somewhere,
My fate will be the same as well.
Sept. 28, 2013
My first English Poem
By Li Shen
