都市的窗
窗口越高
面孔
越小
越苍白
每次打下面走过
总会头皮发麻
宿命地等待
一口痰
一个烟蒂
一只花钵
或一个
把双臂张得开开
学鸟飞
的
人
CITY WINDOWS
the higher the window
the smaller
and paler
the face
everytime I pass underneath
I always have a funny feeling
something is going to land on my head
a spit
a cigarette butt
a flower pot
or a man
spreading his arms
learning to fly
like a bird
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