《红灯》| 双一
红灯。上班必经之路
我在三排车林中等候
一只棕色的鸟，踮着金色脚尖
在车林间，黑黢的
柏油地，信步
它时而低头搜寻
种子的线索，时而检阅周围
刚聚集成型，它不认识的森林
与我对视的瞬间
一丝怀疑隔开了它
与我
许多匆忙的路上，我
看见柏油地一团
被辗平的，忘记飞翔的羽毛
可能，是这可悲的小鸟
走错了路
可能，走错路的
是这可悲的森林
2018/04/24
Red Light
by Jacob Yang
Red light. I wait among a forest of cars
On the must-traveled way to work
A brown bird, with golden tiptoes,
On the black asphalt paved road
Strolls between rolls of cars
Like strolling between rolls of trees
She bows to search for signs of seeds
And examines the forest
That gathered around just in time
The forest she has not yet known
The moment her eyes catch mine
A thread of doubt separates her and me
On many hasty roads
I spot on the asphalt pavement
A puddle of feathers that forget to fly
But are squashed by car tires
Maybe, the poor little birds
Walked the wrong way
Or maybe, this poor array of forest
Is heading the wrong direction
