The Blue Ears

(The First Reading of Ma Yan and Picasso) In the morning, the sun is shining On the twelfth street. The memory wandering Between the privet tree in 2001 winter And the painting in December 20th, 1935 The smell of the brush washes the human being The night and dream, the black and white, the ugliness and beauty Are the repairing man okay? Do the black hand still have an umbrella? The eyes are deep with passion; The joy is intoxicated by poetry The dawn just like The dazzling blue ears. a.m. November 15th, 2017,first draft