for W. G. Sebald
my hometown
memories hang from the eaves
of a rooming house
they tremble faintly
each time a day passes
loneliness
has her black eyes
through them
I see my past rolling
on the screen of spring nights
in mind space
time moves in my direction
it curls back
when I visit my mother
in daydreams
everyone I meet
speaks with a funny accent...
in dreams
I return to my hometown
an ocean away
Lynx, XXVII:1, February, 2012
Butterfly Dream: Dead Cat Haiku by Michael McClintock
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*English Original*
dead cat ...
open-mouthed
to the pouring rain
*The Haiku Anthology*, 1986
Michael McClintock
*Chinese Translation (Traditional)*
一隻死...