Strolling in the Fraser River Park
(Entrance Notice: Unleashed Dogs Welcome) In this territory, every dog is free Though the leash is never too far behind In its owner’s hand While the dogs make love Without even knowing each other’s names Their masters remain standing far apart Each fiercely guarding his pride and privacy Without a dog, you will find yourself even less Than an animal, as your human rights Are blatantly violated by running dogs None of them ever barks here though Either with humor or at any human But one of them could go crazy And bite your head off All before you know it Fuck the Guard Dog [a sign board seen before an old house in Richmond] But beware of the frog Fuck the Shakespearean sonnet But beware of the poetry scribbler Fuck the inner party But beware of the politician Fuck the mid-summer sky But beware of the west wind Fuck the red red rose But beware of the thorny stem Fuck the trendy concept But beware of the coinage What I wanna say is Feel free to fuck, pal But beware of the hug Encountering The other day I ran into an old friend Of mine, who looked into my eyes Without saying a single word, or Even moving his big pupils. In this Uneasy silence, I felt his vision As sharp as needles from an untrained Acupuncturist. Several minutes later He uttered a big woof and ran into twilight His shadow as dark as a wild dream His bark as harsh as Munch’s scream East Idioms Reinterpreted 1/ yiquanfeiying, baiquanfeishen One dog barking at a shadow Sets all the street abarking 2/ kuangquanfeiri A mad dog barking at the sun And all ado about nothing 3/ jiequanfeiyao The tyrant Jie’s cur yapping at the Sage-King Yao The follower is always so ready to please its master 4/ yuequanfeixue A Guangdong dog barking at the snow A rarity is as strange as strangeness itself Walking My Inner Being On a sunny Saturday afternoon I would lead my inner selfhood Out of my small rented room To the Fraser River Valley Park To let it play with other dogs Running and jumping wildly Catching the ball each time I threw Into the air, the tree shade, the ditch The bank, the water, and sometimes The ridge, where it sometimes stopped and stood Looking beyond the horizon, as if to join the wild Becoming one and the same with the little could Drifting freely around, under the western sky Yuan Changming, 9-time Pushcart nominee and author of 7 chapbooks (including [Dark Phantasms], 2017), grew up in a remote village and published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently hosts Happy Yangsheng at www.facebook.com/happyyangsheng while editing Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1,359 others across 40 countries.
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