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清明/Clear Brightness
Rain..............
Season of remembering.
No one looks more broken-
hearted than the mother; No
one looks more peaceful than
the mother, whose son did not
even have time to say "goodbye!"
Missing.
Gone.
That's all she was told.
A glazed look chiseled
by "without"---chrysanzamums weeping
in her bony hands, larynx choked
with sorrow---clear brightness.
..........we were all
......young
..............once
..................we have all
........................questioned
..............the meaning of it
...................night took pity
......................on us
.....but not for long
...................
He would be 36 now.
He would be the same........"the first bird
leaving its flock"...............
to challenge
the hunter's gun
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:4/5/05
art: andy goldsworthy
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