farm
If we don't go to war,
The enemy used bayonets
Kill us.
Pointing at our bones and saying:
"Look, this is a slave!"
far and near
Gu Cheng
you
Look back at me.
Look back at the clouds.
I think
You looked at me from a distance.
You observe the clouds up close.
A generation
Gu Cheng
The night gave me black eyes.
I use it to find the light.
arc
Gu Cheng
Birds are in the high wind
(of a road) curve sharply
Teenagers go to pick it up
A penny
Vines born of fantasy
And an extended contact line.
The waves flinched.
And humpback