Inside the veins there are navies setting forth
Tiny explosion at the water lines
And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood
It is the morning .The country has slept the whole winter
Window seats were covered with fur skins the yard was full
Of stiff dogs and hands that clumsily held heavy books
Now we wake and rise from bed and eat breakfast!
Shouts rise from the harbor of the blood
Mist and masts rising the knock of wooden tackle in the sunlight
Now we sing and tiny dances on the kitchen floor
Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn;
We know that our master has left us for the day
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发表于 2008-9-23 13:28:00