The Fog Day  

By Huilan

The big fog comes from

The deepening shades of dusk 

It comes from the Mississippi river

Where the wilderness ends

The smog snatches the woods from the sunlight

The cold darkness

Releases my mood and flows away

But I can only see my hometown

In my memory

I cannot go to the top of the mountain

Even in my dreams 

I miss you so much

But the road is distant

And it’s locked by the smog

I don’t know how many mountains and rivers

Still are in front of me

Or how many borders of states and countries

I need to cross

The American dollar always

Opposes my idle sentiment

No matter how fast the car

It’s not quicker than my spirit that flies from 

The nest of my heart

As the dusk draws close

I cannot hold back the tears

Tonight

When the zither sound is near

Where my heart would roost