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一道門
敞開著
過去在沒有牆壁的房間延伸 越來越長
伸手摸索曾經熟悉的開關 

燈亮了 

桌子
青花瓷瓶
一隻幹淨如新 一隻
裹了厚厚的包漿 

可以聽見風

十字路口是坐標 
象限裏一個一個的港灣 
一彎紅月牙 遠處
晃來晃去

 

A Door 

A door wide open
into a room without walls where the past extends
growing longer and longer
reaching out to find the familiar switch
the light is on
a table
two porcelain vases
one clean as new, one 
wrapped in thick patinas
the wind can be heard
crossroad, a coordinate
harbors in each quadrant
crescent moon, red and thin
swings back and forth in the distance