镍币上的麦穗
在我口袋里
熟了

那天我穿过大街
嘴里嘀咕了一句
什么
我也没听清

人们只嗅到
满街的麦香
谁也没注意
我
这个奇迹

 

 

Mir­a­cle

 

The wheat on the coin
Ripened
In my pocket

I was cross­ing the street
Mut­ter­ing things
Incomprehensible

The streets were filled with
The per­fume of wheat
But no one noticed
This miracle
Of mine

*Chi­nese coins have the pat­tern of wheat.

 

Trans­lat­ed by Wang Ping and Alex Lemon
 

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