Memory Feather
Memories float like feathers in the sky ~>>>Archive for October, 2009
October.Hard rain
Sunday October 15th
The questions of dissatisfaction were boiling again in my head
When half broken branches were trembling in the rain
And overnight puddle flooded the backyard door
I took the muggy bus
Watching the eyes scanning
From left to right and right to left
All the way to Stanley Park
The haze greeted the stone eyeballs
Breathing out the thick gas outside the steel worm
In no time
Passing by a bus stop
All people stood
Around the rusty benches
The floatplanes flew in the blank sky
In silence
While the raindrops fell on the polygon skies
On the top of the strangers
With the screaming sounds
Between the trees and water
The leaves
As a part of the pavement painting
Were beyond sorrow
Tearing in the vacuum
A tourist said hello
To the red maple
‘Beautiful, isn’t it’
‘Yeah’ I smiled
With weird excitement
The sun shines the leaves
In September, I said
I’d like to see the maples
Somewhere before the winter
Just like four years ago
But I was only waiting for the buses
Between school and home
Last week, sky rained
My jeans were too long to stay dry
Others seemed to ignore the water on their heads
Then I said
I wanted the sun to shine the leaves
October 29th, Wednesday
The sun shines again
I skipped all the classes
To watch leaves fall
