In the Heart of Autumn
not unlike a giddy goat
wandering among the ruins
of a long lost civilization
you keep searching
in the central park
a way out of the tall weeds
as nature makes new york
into a mummy blue
Autumn Montage
between two sharp chest ribs
of an isolated birch skeleton
dusk-dyed and wind-carved
hung still on an invisible wall
comes to perch an ageing crow
whose bold beak holds a cold
and pale prophesy old
with all withered leaves palette-cut
blowing towards gates and doors
like the fliers sent randomly
from an alien chain store
Falling Leaf
Shaking off all the dust
You have accumulated over the season
Flapping your wings against twilight
At the border of night
Like a butterfly coming down to
Kiss the land
As if to listen to
The heartbeat of the earth
Only once in a lifetime
Just Another Fallen Leaf
Caught in a twig
You hung on there
Not only to welcome new leaves
But to embrace life like the tree
Dusk
Sitting on a park bench
You saw a lost crow as lonely
As you were, whose dark shadow
Was fading into twilight, bit by bit
Like your soul
Shredded into pieces
Now drifting along the skyline of
Vancouver West
In the Lot
One Lincoln appears to be moving
Two crows are dancing around
Several leaves are rolling along
Nothing has really settled down
Is there a place for you? For whom
Are those spaces reserved anyway?
The fallen cone misses its post high up
There, though it is not far from the roots
You have to wait, probably for nothing
While your engine keeps running. Many
Prints of worn-out tires. A big sign board
Prohibits unauthorized vehicles like yours
I am tired of being always on the run
But where on earth can I park my car?
not unlike a giddy goat
wandering among the ruins
of a long lost civilization
you keep searching
in the central park
a way out of the tall weeds
as nature makes new york
into a mummy blue
Autumn Montage
between two sharp chest ribs
of an isolated birch skeleton
dusk-dyed and wind-carved
hung still on an invisible wall
comes to perch an ageing crow
whose bold beak holds a cold
and pale prophesy old
with all withered leaves palette-cut
blowing towards gates and doors
like the fliers sent randomly
from an alien chain store
Falling Leaf
Shaking off all the dust
You have accumulated over the season
Flapping your wings against twilight
At the border of night
Like a butterfly coming down to
Kiss the land
As if to listen to
The heartbeat of the earth
Only once in a lifetime
Just Another Fallen Leaf
Caught in a twig
You hung on there
Not only to welcome new leaves
But to embrace life like the tree
Dusk
Sitting on a park bench
You saw a lost crow as lonely
As you were, whose dark shadow
Was fading into twilight, bit by bit
Like your soul
Shredded into pieces
Now drifting along the skyline of
Vancouver West
In the Lot
One Lincoln appears to be moving
Two crows are dancing around
Several leaves are rolling along
Nothing has really settled down
Is there a place for you? For whom
Are those spaces reserved anyway?
The fallen cone misses its post high up
There, though it is not far from the roots
You have to wait, probably for nothing
While your engine keeps running. Many
Prints of worn-out tires. A big sign board
Prohibits unauthorized vehicles like yours
I am tired of being always on the run
But where on earth can I park my car?
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include ten Pushcart nominations, the Naji Naaman's Literary Prize 2018, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1,449 others worldwide.
yuan changming @ Poetry Pacific
https://poetrypacific.blogspot.ca
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yuan changming @ Poetry Pacific
https://poetrypacific.blogspot.ca
https://happyyangsheng.blogspot.ca
Lotus Image & License: Depositphotos_32738103_s-2015
