Lost Season
I saw blue sky of an old home
hanging on the windshield of the car I was steering,
while, for it is a life’s routine,
driving through the rapid movement of a day,
where a cosmos swaying by the wind as a lost season,
though I have no notion that why the day
always has to go one step ahead of me.
On the surroundings of my wearisome life
that I have to live through,
the blue sky of my old home hanging on the windshield
and the roadside swaying cosmos
made me recall the season of autumn,
the season I was forgotten all about,
an autumn has to be an autumn
and when my fingertip touches
to search for an old reminiscence through the windshield,
the blue sky ascends higher and higher
to reach the stars other side of sitting sun
as a ripening season of my hometown.
Copyright © Su Ben | Year Posted 2015
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