本帖最后由 not4weak 于 2016-10-13 09:22 编辑
A COAT
In our house
there is a coat
that my father’s life had stitched with threads of fatigue.
It tells me—you sat on his rug like a cut-off branch
and in his mind you were tomorrow’s tomorrow.
In our house there is a coat tossed somewhere, uncared for, that binds me to this ceiling to this mortar and stone. In its holes I see
my father’s embracing arms, his heart, and a yearning housed deep within.
It guards me, wraps me, lines my road with prayers, entrusts his flute reed to me, a forest and a song |
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