树

想拥护什么的

想迎接什么的

当风来时

但六十年代的叫嚣早已沉寂

挥舞的拳头绵羊般温顺了

风过后

骚动的手于是感到无聊

且嗒然了

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