You left there in old age
A snow ball off the slope
Heard a bus to heaven (or to hell)
Heard a field without any crop growing there
Which may have been reserved for an alien growth
Heard a young girl across the street
Dancing around a crowd of robots getting newly old
Heard a bomber taking off the New Foundland
While frogs were singing a lost monody
On the other side of the world at midnight
Heard a key hit hard before a blinking screen
& a naked body turning & twisting constantly on bed
Heard a couple of blackbirds tangoing on a powerline
& myriad leaves falling against autumn
Heard an icicle beginning to melt under the afternoon sun
Ready to shed tears in memory
Of last storm:
Shhh, my Lord, just let sounds
Fill up my ears, and heart stealthily
Yuan Changming
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. Currently, Yuan lives in Vancouver, where he edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations, the 2018 Naji Naaman’s Literary Prize, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline and publications in 1,509 others across 43 countries.
Artwork: Stellart, Fascination
Website: https://www.deviantart.com/stellartcorsica
