September
by≠paleink
Looking to the window
of the terminal
a shadow flutters glinted glass of the window
A maple runs into Mr. Sun in September
smilingly
glide into dancing (whistling on&on)
∽∽(oo)
( )
(...)
When the gold pouring in, the autumn sun hits the window
here the leaves come, charmed by a reddened brush
Gently, gently
taking the heart of my luggage
parting the spirit of coldness
swirling whirling
September.
There is a sound, waving boarding announcements
Stirring people in the departure hall
flickering some Precocious Leaves
a Leaf is a [Map] of life
a strand is a [road] of life
Quite, interwoven
September’s
past footprint
A thread
of vain of leaf
with whirl of
fan on the top
rushes across past memories
――This is from the bottom on which Mom beckons
An infant cries i, pinned to its motions, Mom suffers
the motion
――Rushing outward
Bleeding
Some 20 years ago
a naked body & soul
leaps off to glorious sunlight, full of the power of determination
Maples
outside windows, the girlhood home
sustaining mom’s worrying
flutter
and familiar aroma
a soft, gentle fragrance
the lotus is a childhood treasure at heart
The dimple in the heartlake
is Mom’s wrinkles
∽∽∽
in time of haunting September
round
and
round
and her reluctant feet to leave
After climbing to the heart of skies and diving through the mind of oceans
the mood is still blue
Maples follow September’s heel
putting its red soul & wheel upon the red luggage
with a wishing to change places and mood, September
moves
here
and
there
The sense of dizziness
compounded of maples & September’s heart secrets
wrapped into the red luggage
is flung on to the sky
through roar of the compelling sound
and disappears―
far
and
away
Throwing
that pulsing maple behind the lane
faded
in the hurtling timetunnle
To come back to
the young guy:
that winds can catch at
where she was a spoiled angel, which gentleness swept through
[life path]
[the past ] ‘the past’ is over, ending in its closed heartdoors
goodbye― so the world is leaf so the path is a leap
[road] dedicated for the unfinished path
― Just on and on
九月
机场大厅 的
窗玻璃上颤动着一个影子
闪闪烁烁
是枫叶邂逅了九月的
太阳 呜起了圆舞曲
∽∽(oo)
( )
(...)
窗与光里流泻出一片金色
擦了胭脂的枫叶
柔柔地
竟带走旅行箱的
心
离别 清凉
倦飞 离歌
这时, 大厅登机的广播
搅动了等待的人群
敲下了几片早熟的枫叶
叶脉编织着 [地图]
一丝是一条
→[道路]
静静衔住九月
昨日的
足迹
一丝 细细的
叶线
随着头顶风扇的
转向
追到记忆深处
――妈妈的呼唤
一声婴儿的啼哭
引发母亲身体的疼痛
20多年前 在风中起落的枫叶
一个赤裸的灵肉
坚定地 走向晨光
童年小屋的
窗外
枫叶 拖着
母亲牵挂的 翅翼
和熟悉的清香
那一丝柔细的清香
是在心湖里珍藏的莲花
涟漪
是母亲的皱纹
∽∽∽∽
在涌动的九月
一圈
一圈
舍不得离去
换山变水
变得了山景也变不了心境
枫叶变成了九月的影
跟着红色的旅行箱
换山变水
一阵旋晕
枫叶
和红色旅行箱里
九月的心事
在起飞时
喧响地
消逝 ――
抛开
那片奔腾在[跑道]上的枫叶
让她淹没
在旋转的时光隧道间
留给当年
把她当作天使的追风少年
那里曾是九月温柔的流连
[道]
[首] 向‘过去’
合起了自己的扉
[辶] 向 将来
那东西南北交错的奔 ‘路’
2004/11/29
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