False Spring | Museum-Quality Art Print

Murmuring—
days rushing past
like low-saturated paintings.
What we managed,
only this:
to moisten
a faintly dried
patch of desert.
She stared—
blankly—
at the infant, scales aglow,
latching to a mother’s life,
and her fragile breast.
Clams split open.
“Love”—
bearing spring’s burn,
an answer unresolved,
sinks into water,
mimicking the thoughts
of briny fish.
The road ahead—
clear in the rearview mirror.
Daisies bloom pale
on either side.
So be it.
The key slips into a pocket.
No glance back—
just home.
Her right strap slips.
Like the cloud
of some overcast afternoon to come,
she begins
to shimmer.

嗫嚅着
飞速逝去的日子
低饱和度之画
我们做到的事情
仅令那些微微干燥的一小片荒漠
渐渐湿润
她呆呆看着那鳞光熠熠的婴孩
含住母亲的生命和她瘦弱的乳房
蛤蜊干裂
「爱」
带着春日的灼烫
悬而未决的答案浸入水中
模仿着微咸的鱼思
视野清晰
后视镜中的前路
两侧洁白雏菊微绽
就这样吧
将钥匙放进口袋
然后头也不回地回到家中
她褪下右肩的吊带
如未来某个午后太过阴翳的云
开始闪烁起来