Places I Cold Have Been

Places I could have been
In the palm of your hand
A landscape soft to the touch
Lines of a rippled heart.
I try to read someone's fortune
But it's buried deep
Inside the mud of my unfinished coffee
When the smiles meet
It's like two leaves kissing each other
In the fall of their swirling dance
Then we look into the mirror and smile again:
After pages of poems are torn off the calendar
And waves of people have washed the shore
Let's go strolling in a strange city
On a street
Paved with our temperature.


('97)
（可以參看：〈所有可能的「過去」和「曾經」〉）