樹
想擁護什麼的
想迎接什麼的
當風來時
但六十年代的叫囂早已沉寂
揮舞的拳頭綿羊般溫順了
風過後
騷動的手於是感到無聊
且嗒然
TREES
trying to uphold something
trying to greet something
when the wind comes
but the clamors of the sixties are long gone
the protesting fists now tame as sheep
when the wind passes
the restless hands drop
become listless
