门

门
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一道门
敞开着
过去在没有墙壁的房间延伸 越来越长
伸手摸索曾经熟悉的开关 

灯亮了 

桌子
青花瓷瓶
一只干净如新 一只
裹了厚厚的包浆 

可以听见风

十字路口是坐标 
象限里一个一个的港湾 
一弯红月牙 远处
晃来晃去

 

A Door 

A door wide open
into a room without walls where the past extends
growing longer and longer
reaching out to find the familiar switch
the light is on
a table
two porcelain vases
one clean as new, one 
wrapped in thick patinas
the wind can be heard
crossroad, a coordinate
harbors in each quadrant
crescent moon, red and thin
swings back and forth in the distance