A few short poems pasted in the morning
Sanitation Worker
Sanitation workers wear striking red vests
Sit and rest on the grass of Riverside Park
I walked past her, along the clear stream
Go farther and farther. When you look back
She was as small as a plastic bag
Stand out in the lush greenery of May
The night was like a giant trash can
She stood up and threw herself in
Meditation
I closed the curtains
All the other windows in the world are open
Open like black holes
But not a single star
Can fly into any window hole
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Snow is the ashes of the sky
Winter is the ashes of the earth
I am my own ashes
Who lifts the lightning
Cracked the canopy
Who beats the drum
Drive away people who pretend to be deaf and dumb
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If you want to love someone, go and like the ghost needle flower
It is committed to every neglected wasteland
If you want to praise the sun, go and worship the moon
It is a tunnel in the dark
If you love me, read this poem
At this moment you can take the flame out of my hollow eyes
Boundless
The sky can be boundless
The earth can be boundless
The sea can be boundless
But a reef cannot be boundless
It is a hard black spot
Nor can a white cloud be boundless
It is a gathering of dust that blooms into white flowers
